Classic and Contemporary Poetry
TO MY MOTHER'S MEMORY, by WILLIAM WATSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: This is the summit, wild and lone Last Line: She gave to me. Alternate Author Name(s): Watson, John William Subject(s): Mothers | ||||||||
THIS is the summit, wild and lone. Westward the Cumbrian mountains stand. Let me look eastward on mine own Ancestral land. O sing me songs, O tell me tales, Of yonder valleys at my feet! She was a daughter of those dales, A daughter sweet. Oft did she speak of homesteads there, And faces that her childhood knew. She speaks no more; and scarce I dare To deem it true, That somehow she can still behold Sunlight and moonlight, earth and sea, Which were among the gifts untold She gave to me. | 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 |
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