BACK she came through the trembling dusk; And her mother spoke and said: "What is it makes you late to-day, And why do you smile and sing as gay As though you just were wed?" "@3Oh mother, my hen that never had chicks Has hatched out six!@1" Back she came through the flaming dusk; And her mother spoke and said: "What gives your eyes that dancing light, What makes your lips so strangely bright, And why are your cheeks so red?" "@3Oh mother, the berries I ate in the lane Have left a stain.@1" Back she came through the faltering dusk; And her mother spoke and said: "You are weeping; your footstep is heavy with care— What makes you totter and cling to the stair, And why do you hang your head?" "@3Oh mother—oh mother—you never can know— I loved him so!@1" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A BIRD IN THE CITY by MATTHIAS BARR SUNRISE OVER THE SIERRAS by HENRY MEADE BLAND TOWN AND COUNTRY by RUPERT BROOKE ABBOTSFORD by AMELIA JOSEPHINE BURR MORNING SUMMONS by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON MEN WERE DECEIVERS EVER by CALLIMACHUS AN ELEGY UPON THE UNTIMELY DEATH OF PRINCE HENRY by THOMAS CAMPION |