AS I went down the hill I heard The laughter of the countryside; For, rain being past, the whole land stirred With new emotion, like a bride. I scarce had left the grassy lane, When something made me catch my breath: A woman called, and called again, @3Elizabeth! Elizabeth!@1 It was my mother's name. A part Of wounded memory sprang to tears, And the few violets of my heart Shook in the wind of happier years. Quicker than magic came the face That once was sun and moon for me; The garden shawl, the cap of lace, The collie's head against her knee. Mother, who findest out a way To pass the sentinels, and stand Behind my chair at close of day, To touch me—almost—with thy hand, Deep in my breast how sure, how clear, The lamp of love burns on till death!— How trembles if I chance to hear @3Elizabeth! Elizabeth!@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY OLD KENTUCKY HOME by STEPHEN COLLINS FOSTER JOURNEY by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY MICHAEL; A PASTORAL POEM by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH THE GREEN LINNET by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A COURTESAN'S BIRTHDAY by ROBERT AVRETT OPEN MY EYES by ALICE E. BAILEY |