(She speaks, sitting up in bed:) @2H@1ARK, hark! Did you not hear a sound from out the Dark— A little, broken, uncontented cry? (@3Hush, darling, I am nigh!@1) The quick, bewildered walking mark you not, The hands beseeching, The white face stained with tears, the curls that clot The tiny brow, the mother-want past speeching? Oh, can you see my baby frightened there, And can you bear To keep me from her? (@3Sweetheart, wait for mother!@1) How may she find the way, uncomforted? And how shall comfort come from any other Save me alone? @3The people there are dead!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CARELESS GALLANT by THOMAS JORDAN THE SONG OF HIAWATHA: PICTURE-WRITING by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE HOSTESS' DAUGHTER by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE PEACE GUARANTEED by MARY J. ARMSTRONG DEATH by MALTBIE DAVENPORT BABCOCK |