Heard you that shriek? It rose So wildly on the air, It seem'd as if a burden'd heart Was breaking in despair. Saw you those hands so sadly clasped -- The bowed and feeble head -- The shuddering of that fragile form -- That look of grief and dread? Saw you the sad, imploring eye? Its every glance was pain, As if a storm of agony Were sweeping through the brain. She is a mother pale with fear, Her boy clings to her side, And in her kyrtle vainly tries His trembling form to hide. He is not hers, although she bore For him a mother's pains; He is not hers, although her blood Is coursing through his veins! He is not hers, for cruel hands May rudely tear apart The only wreath of household love That binds her breaking heart. His love has been a joyous light That o'er her pathway smiled, A fountain gushing ever new, Amid life's desert wild. His lightest word has been a tone Of music round her heart, Their lives a streamlet blent in one -- Oh, Father! must they part? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LION'S RIDE by FERDINAND FREILIGRATH STRANGE HURT [SHE KNOWS] by JAMES LANGSTON HUGHES HERO AND LEANDER by CHRISTOPHER MARLOWE NUPTIAL SONG by JOHN BYRNE LEICESTER WARREN ILLIMITABLE by GAMALIEL BRADFORD AURORA LEIGH: BOOK 1 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |