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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER, by MILTON SAWYER ROSE
First Line: They tell me she is dead; and that I knew
Last Line: From the warm dream that wraps her in my breast.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: They tell me she is dead; and that I knew
Last Line: From the warm dream that wraps her in my breast.
Subject(s): Mothers
They tell me she is dead; and that I knew;
For who but I should hold her dying hand
To steady the brave spirit to its peace?
But when she died the sense of her in me
Became another self, a soul in soul
Tenderly held as once was mine in her --
A joy in pain that takes me to the verge
Of being where is only death beyond.
Only the future dies; -- the past lives on;
So the mind lies in saying she is dead.
The love that holds her imaged in its own light
Needs not God to make her beautiful;
Nor heaven to lend a happiness apart
From the warm dream that wraps her in my breast.
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