O MOTHER-MY-LOVE, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautiful land-- The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder. We'll walk in a sweet-posie garden out there Where moonlight and starlight are streaming And the flowers and birds are filling the air With fragrance and music of dreaming. There'll be no little tired-out boy to undress, No questions or cares to perplex you; There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress, Nor patching of stockings to vex you. For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew stream, And sing you asleep when you're weary. And no one shall know of our beautiful dream But you and your own little dearie. And when I am tired I'll nestle my head In the bosom that's soothed me so often, And the wide-awake stars shall sing in my stead A song which our dreaming shall soften. So Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand, And away through the starlight we'll wander-- Away through the mist to the beautiful land-- The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWILIGHT AT SEA by AMELIA B. WELBY A TOUCH OF NATURE by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TO BARON DE STONNE WITH AIKIN'S ESSAYS ON SONG-WRITING by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD FATHERHOOD by HENRY CHARLES BEECHING ECHOES OF SPRING: 9 by MATHILDE BLIND THE AVENUE by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 10 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |