WOULD, Mother, thou couldst hear me tell How oft, amid my brief career, For sins and follies loved too well, Hath fallen the free, repentant tear. And, in the waywardness of youth, How better thoughts have given to me Contempt for error, love for truth, 'Mid sweet remembrances of thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SUMMER'S GARDEN by ROBERT FROST A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST LOVE BEING ALL ONE by ROBERT FROST DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 5. THE DANCING GIRL by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON DOMESDAY BOOK: AT NICE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS A FOOL, A FOUL THING, A DISTRESSFUL LUNATIC by MARIANNE MOORE |