The twilight falls on Mother's life, The golden sunset gleams But faintly now; The gathering shadows, too, are rife With fears; the sun's last beams Grow dim; somehow They trouble not—my Mother. 'Tis I who weep at close of day, For, as the dark comes down, Mine are the fears, I fain would fend her night away, I'd hide the proffered crown, Though Heaven nears, No anxious thought—has Mother. Her graying locks were once so dark, With ringlets prodigal, I was a child; Her voice,—the linnet and the lark Sang in her younger call And me beguiled, I've not forgot,—O Mother. Dear God,—hold back those twilight shades, Heaven's shining land is blessed With angels fair; If Night descends, my earth-light fades, No comfort lies in heart distressed; If she were there I'd be distraught,—for Mother. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAMBER MUSIC: 17 by JAMES JOYCE CHAMBER MUSIC: 26 by JAMES JOYCE FOR ST. BARTHOLOMEW'S EVE by MALCOLM COWLEY HOW MY HEART SINKS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CROSS by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON |