LELLOINE! Lelloine! Don't you hear me calling? Calling through the night for you, and calling through the day; Calling when the dawn is here, and when the dusk is falling -- Calling for my Lelloine the angels lured away! Lelloine! I call and listen, starting from my pillow -- In the hush of midnight, Lelloine! I cry, And o'er the rainy window-pane I hear the weeping willow Trail its dripping leaves like baby-fingers in reply. Lelloine, I miss the glimmer of your glossy tresses, I miss the dainty velvet palms that nestled in my own; And all my mother-soul went out in answerless caresses, And a storm of tears and kisses when you left me here alone. I have prayed, O lelloine, but Heaven will not hear me, I can not gain one sign from Him who leads you by the hand; And O it seems that ne'er again His mercy will come near me -- That He will never see my need, nor ever understand. Won't you listen, Lelloine? -- just a little leaning O'er the walls of Paradise -- lean and hear my prayer, And interpret death to Him in all its awful meaning, And tell Him you are lonely without your mother there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BLACK EAGLE RETURNS TO ST. JOE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS THE NEW APOCRYPHA: THE FIG TREE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A COLONIAL MORNING DREAM by KAREN SWENSON SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS; SEA-MEWS IN WINTER TIME by JEAN INGELOW DAYBREAK by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |