AS I hear the breath of the mother To the breath of the child at her feet Answer in even whispers, When night falls heavy and sweet: Sleep puts out silent fingers, And leads me back to the roar Of the dead salt sea that vomits Wrecks of the past ashore. I see the lost Love in beauty Go gliding over the main: I feel the ancient sweetness, The worm and wormwood again. Earth all one tomb lies round me, Domed with an iron sky: And @3God himself in his power, God cannot save me!@1 I cry. With the cry I wake; -- and around me The mother and child at her feet Breathe peace in even whispers; And the night falls heavy and sweet. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE SOUR READER by ROBERT HERRICK THE SONG OF FIONNUALA by THOMAS MOORE A VISION OF CHILDREN by THOMAS ASHE TO THE LARK by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD RECOLLECTIONS by BERNARD BARTON THE FOUR ZOAS: NIGHTS THE SEVENTH AND EIGHTH by WILLIAM BLAKE THE WANDERER: PROLOGUE. PART 2 by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |