Last night I heard your voice, mother, The words you sang to me When I, a little barefoot boy, Knelt down against your knee. And tears gushed from my heart, mother, And passed beyond its wall, But though the fountain reached my throat The drops refused to fall. Tis ten years since you died, mother, Just ten dark years of pain, And oh, I only wish that I Could weep just once again. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...OZYMANDIAS REVISITED by MORRIS GILBERT BISHOP KEATS; SONNET by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE PLUMPUPPETS by CHRISTOPHER DARLINGTON MORLEY LETHE. A BALLAD by JAMES HAY BEATTIE HARVEST by GERTRUDE RYDER BENNETT ISAIAH: FIFTY-SECOND CHAPTER by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |