All afternoon wind and rain Swept the valley .. but with the night Came peace and a great golden moon Above the highest hill -- full and bright. Surely you remember . . and then your voice Broke the stillness of dim spaces -- O son of mine! Within this little house your presence glowed once more; It was as though you stepped, in all your youth divine Through my open waiting door And came to me . . You sang the old, old song My mother sang long years ago, The song I crooned to you within the valley dusk, With tall hills listening in a row; O son of mine -- each note, each dear familiar word, Came ringing from across a distant sea And traced themselves indelibly, through miles of night Upon the mother's heart of me . . . Jim, your dog, came close and softly cried, Within his old dim eyes a wondering stare -- Then ran with eager labored step And brought your slippers to your chair. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NICHARCHUS UPON PHIDON HIS DOCTOR by EZRA POUND VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 11. HAMBURG by SARA TEASDALE THE SWISS EMIGRANT by LUCY AIKEN THE COLLEGE, 1917 by HAMILTON FISH ARMSTRONG THE TIMES by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD AUTUMN SOLILOQUY by ELSIE DINWIDDIE BARTLETT THE SOLITARY TOMB by BERNARD BARTON |