Because I feel that, in the heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you -- You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you In setting my Virgina's spirit free. My mother -- my own mother, who died early, Was but the mother of myself; but you Are mother to the one I lovd so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...REVIEW by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON ELEGY: 9. THE AUTUMNAL [BEAUTY] by JOHN DONNE THE ADOPTED CHILD by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS CLOTHES DO BUT CHEAT AND COZEN US by ROBERT HERRICK TO AMARANTHA, THAT SHE WOULD DISHEVEL HER HAIR by RICHARD LOVELACE TRUST by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE |