Classic and Contemporary Poetry
IN THE SHADOWS: 6, by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) Poet's Biography First Line: Sweetly, my mother! Go not yet away Last Line: Except in being near thee without measure. Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
Sweetly, my mother! Go not yet away -- I have not told my story. Oh, not yet, With the fair past before me, can I lay My cheek upon the pillow to forget. O sweet, fair past, my twenty years of youth Thus thrown away, not fashioning a man; But fashioning a memory, forsooth! More feminine than follower of Pan. O God! let me not die for years and more! Fulfil Thyself, and I will live then surely Longer than a mere childhood. Now heart-sore, Weary, with being weary -- weary, purely. In dying, mother, I can find no pleasure Except in being near thee without measure. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY MOTHER'S HANDS by ANDREW HUDGINS CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS IN THE 25TH YEAR OF MY MOTHER'S DEATH by JUDY JORDAN THE PAIDLIN' WEAN by ALEXANDER ANDERSON BLASTING FROM HEAVEN by PHILIP LEVINE IN THE SHADOWS: 19 by DAVID GRAY (1838-1861) |
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