As when her calf is taken, far and near The restless mother roves, So now my heart lows, wandering everywhere, To wake the voice it loves. O Distance, are the echoes backward thrown In mockery of pain? Or doth remembered anguish of thine own Bring them to birth again? | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SONG OF THE MAD WOMAN'S SON by KAREN SWENSON CITY VIGNETTE: DUSK by SARA TEASDALE BOSTON HYMN; READ IN MUSIC HALL, JANUARY 1, 1863 by RALPH WALDO EMERSON MOTHER O' MINE by RUDYARD KIPLING AFTER THE BURIAL by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL WITHOUT AND WITHIN by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL IMAGES: 6 by RICHARD ALDINGTON FRAGMENT (2) by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD DEATH'S JEST-BOOK: THE SLIGHT AND DEGENERATE NATURE OF MAN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES |