His Mother Analysis

Roleplay | Writing Forum | Viral news today | Music Theory

In the first dawn she lifted from her bed

The holy silver of her noble head,

And listened, listened, listened for his tread.

'Too soon, too soon !' she murmured, 'Yet I'll keep

My vigil longer­ thou, O tender Sleep,

Art but the joy of those who wake and weep!



'Joy's self hath keen, wide eyes. O flesh of mine,

And mine own blood and bone, the very wine

Of my aged heart, I see thy dear eyes shine!



'I hear thy tread; thy light, loved footsteps run

Along the way, eager for that 'Well done !'

We'll weep and kiss to thee, my soldier son!



'Blest mother I­ he lives! Yet had he died

Blest were I still, ­ I sent him on the tide

Of my full heart to save his nation's pride!'



'O God, if that I tremble so to-day,

Bowed with such blessings that I cannot pray

By speech­ a mother prays, dear Lord, alway



'In some far fibre of her trembling mind!

I'll up­ I thought I heard a bugle bind

Its silver with the silver of the wind. '

There have been no submitted criqiques, be the first to add one below.