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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
I AM WEEPING, MOTHER, by RODEN BERKELEY WRIOTHESLEY NOEL Poet's Biography
Last Line: Evening prayer, the game, and many a toy.
Subject(s): Mothers
Last Line: Evening prayer, the game, and many a toy.
Subject(s): Mothers
I AM weeping, mother, in your empty chamber;
Beyond the pane, a fair familiar scene;
As a far dream only may the man remember
All the mirth of childhood that hath been--
Hath been here about thy young joy, O my mother,
All the mirth and laughter of a child.
Was it I, indeed, and not another,
Whom you folded in your dear arms undefiled?
Our nursery with snowy-folded curtain!
Here you came to bless the dreaming boy,
All is melted to a memory uncertain,
Evening prayer, the game, and many a toy.
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