"What art thou thinking of," said the Mother, "What art thou thinking of my child?" "I was thinking of Heaven," he answered her, And looked up in her face and smiled. "And what didst thou think of Heaven?" she said; "Tell me, my little one!" "Oh . ., I thought that there the flowers never fade, That there never sets the sun." "And wouldst thou love to go thither, my child? Thither wouldst thou love to go? And leave the pretty flowers that wither, And the sun that sets below?" "Oh, I would be glad to go there, mother, To go and live there now; And I would pray for thy coming, mother, My mother, wouldst not thou?" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE TRANSIENCE OF HANDS by KAREN SWENSON AUTUMN DAY by RAINER MARIA RILKE THE SHEPHEARDES CALENDER: NOVEMBER by EDMUND SPENSER WHEN HELEN LIVED by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS FEATHERS ON THE GRASS by LAURA FRANCES ALEXANDER TO A YOUNG MOTHER by HELEN DARBY BERNING |