MARY smiled on her little Son, "Now, why hast Thou left Thy play?" "But to touch thy hands with my hands, Mother, Lest sometime there come a day When I may not close them within mine own, Though they fall as hurt doves may." Mary smiled on her little Son, "Now blind wouldst Thou have me go That mine eyes Thou hast closed with kisses twain?" "My Mother, I may not know, But I fear a day when they look on pain And I may not close them so." Mary smiled on her little Son, Close, close in her arms pressed He: "O Mother, my Mother, my heart on thine Lest sometime a day may be When I may not comfort nor make it whole, Though it break for love of me." @3Now think you that on Calvary's hill Whereon her Son was slain, She felt upon her eyes that touch That veiled them unto pain, And filled her groping hands, and bade Her torn heart beat again?@1 | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WASTE LAND (1-5, COMPLETE) by THOMAS STEARNS ELIOT NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON DIVINA COMMEDIA (INTRODUCTORY POEMS): 1 by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW AN HYMN OF HEAVENLY BEAUTY by EDMUND SPENSER WINDY NIGHTS by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON TO H. M. by FRANCIS BARNARD (20TH CENTURY) SOLILOQUIES OF A SMALL-TOWN TAXI-DRIVER: ON THE WRITING OF POETRY by EDGAR BARRATT |