Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS MOTHER'S KISS, by FRANK LEBBY STANTON Poet's Biography First Line: It was her wont when, tired of play Last Line: "I can not wake him with a kiss!" Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
IT was her wont when, tired of play, He to her bosom crept, With golden hair in disarray, To kiss him as he slept. And still her plea would be but this: "I shall not wake him with a kiss!" So heavenly-sweet his sleeping face-- So beautiful and bright, I know the angels lift the lace To kiss my boy good-night! For still he smiles in dreams of bliss: "How should I wake him with a kiss?" So did his mother say; and when God whispered His sweet will, She only moaned: "He sleeps!" and then, Kneeling, she kissed him still. And weeping, murmured only this: "I can not wake him with a kiss!" | 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 AN OLD BATTLE-FIELD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON |
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