ONE wept whose only child was dead, New-born, ten years ago. "Weep not; he is in bliss," they said. She answered, "Even so, "Ten years ago was born in pain A child, not now forlorn. But oh, ten years ago, in vain, A mother, a mother was born." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TWO PROMENADES SENTIMENTALES: 1. RAIN by EDITH SITWELL GO SLEEP, MA HONEY by EDWARD D. BARKER SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH MONADNOC by RALPH WALDO EMERSON THE GARDEN by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON WRESTLING JACOB by CHARLES WESLEY ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 14. TO THE HON. CHARLES TOWNSHEND - FROM THE COUNTRY by MARK AKENSIDE URANIA; THE WOMAN IN THE MOON: DEDICATION TO HENRY, PRINCE OF WALES by WILLIAM BASSE |