MY Mother! With thy calm and holy brow, And high devoted heart, which suffered still Unmurmuring, through each degree of ill. And, because Fate hath willed that mine should be A poet's soul (at least in my degree),-- And that my verse would faintly shadow forth What I have seen of pure unselfish worth, Therefore I speak of thee; that those who read That trust in woman, which is still my creed, Thy early-widowed image may recall And greet thy nature as the type of all. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHRISTMAS EVERYWHERE by PHILLIPS BROOKS VISIONS: 4. A ROSE by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) PARTING LOVERS by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE MOURNING GARMENT: THE DESCRIPTION OF THE SHEPHERD AND HIS WIFE by ROBERT GREENE IN THE PINK' by SIEGFRIED SASSOON FRENCH REVOLUTION; AS IT APPEARED TO ENTHUSIASTS AT ITS COMMENCEMENT by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |