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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE QUEST OF MOTHERHOOD, by WILNA WINTRINGHAM
First Line: I am going down in the valley
Last Line: Bringing my gift to him.
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: I am going down in the valley
Last Line: Bringing my gift to him.
Subject(s): Mothers
I am going down in the valley,
Where the tall, pale lilies grow,
Lilies whose breath is the breath of death
But whose blooms are as white as snow.
I will to go to the valley,
For a gift awaits me there,
A gift so dear that it mocks at fear
And sheds its wonder afar and near,
And my heart is bold to dare.
One holds my hand at the valley's gate,
But with me he cannot go;
Though his heart would fain, in the path of pain,
Which leads to the gift that I would gain,
Go on to the end, I know.
So he waits my return at the valley's gate,
And he bows his head in prayer;
But my soul mounts up and I smile to go,
Though the end of the way I cannot know,
For my gift awaits me there.
Down through the twilight, shadow-cast,
Down through the voiceless space
Where the tall, white lilies sway and part,
And the heavy perfume hurts my heart;
And the chill is on my face
Till I come again from the valley's gloom,
From the shadows, mist and dim,
To the one who must wait at the valley's gate,
Bringing my gift to him.
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