THE light upon his eyelids pricked them wide And staring out at us with all their blue, As half perplexed between the angelhood He had been away to visit in his sleep, And our most mortal presence, gradually He saw his mother's face, accepting it In change for heaven itself with such a smile As might have well bean learnt there. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A LETTER TO A POLICEMAN IN KANSAS CITY by KENNETH PATCHEN SONGS FOR MY MOTHER: 2. HER HANDS by ANNA HEMPSTEAD BRANCH DEJECTION: AN ODE by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE JOSEPH'S COAT by GEORGE HERBERT THE BLACK PANTHER by JOHN HALL WHEELOCK |