Now is Light, sweet mother, down the west, With little Song against her breast; She took him up, all tired with play, And fondly bore him far away. While he sleeps, one wanders in his stead, A fainter glory round her head; She follows happy waters after, Leaving behind low, rippling laughter. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE PHOSPHORESCENT MAN by KAREN SWENSON LITTLE BELL by THOMAS WESTWOOD THE EVENING CLOUD by JOHN WILSON (1785-1854) ROBERT BURNS by WILLIAM ALEXANDER (1567-1640) PSALM 45 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |