My Mother's picture as a girl Is lovely maiden-sweet, With clear true eyes and flaxen curl And hands crossed trim and neat. But far more beautiful is now My Mother's lovely face, Since life's full years upon her brow Their finest etchings trace. Upon her face her soul has wrought, Like silver filigree, With bright transcendent beauty fraught A wondrous tracery. Her hands an intricate design Of filmy texture knit, And speak their character as fine, As softly exquisite. The snowy hair above a brow All limned with love, benign, The tender eyes of Mother now Reflect the radiant shine, Like sunny skies above the snow, The smile of Mother mine. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SEA-MEW by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING ON GEORGE HERBERT'S BOOK, THE TEMPLE, SENT TO A GENTLEWOMAN by RICHARD CRASHAW SOULS LAKE by ROBERT STUART FITZGERALD THE RAINY SUMMER by ALICE MEYNELL JOHN CHARLES FREMONT by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER TO THE GIRL WHO HELPED IN THE WAR by JOSEPHINE DODGE DASKAM BACON THE HOUSE OF THE FALSE PROPHET by WILLIAM ROSE BENET COMPENSATION by E. M. BRAINARD BRITANNIA'S PASTORALS: BOOK 2. THE THIRD SONG by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) |