@2L@1AST night I saw thee gliding to my bed So gently, mother, to caress my brow With all the old compassion,—"Darling, now Is nothing wrong. Sleep, and be comforted!" And I laid hold upon thine hand, and pled Thou wouldst not leave me, till—I know not how— Buried in peace I slept, the while that thou Wert there beside me, not among the dead. I woke and found thee vanished, yet I feel A sense that will not vanish of a hand Still clasping mine, and on my lips the seal Of a high matter, hard to understand,— A touch, a kiss, a whisper'd word to me: "Mother, and wife, and sister,—one in three!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SHAMEFUL DEATH by WILLIAM MORRIS (1834-1896) THE BALLAD OF A DAFT GIRL by DOROTHY ALDIS SONNET: GHOSTS by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH INOCULATION FOR THE SMALL POX by JOHN BYROM SONGS OF THE SEA CHILDREN: 41 by BLISS CARMAN THE EMBARRASSING EPISODE OF LITTLE MISS MUFFET by GUY WETMORE CARRYL THEALMA AND CLEARCHUS by JOHN CHALKHILL |