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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER, by ANONYMOUS
First Line: When she undid her hair at night
Last Line: Athwart thin clouds of silver mist!
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: When she undid her hair at night
Last Line: Athwart thin clouds of silver mist!
Subject(s): Mothers
WHEN she undid her hair at night,
About the time for lying down,
She came and knelt. I was so small,
There in my bed, her curls did fall
All over me, light gold and brown.
I fell asleep amid her prayers.
Her fair young face (far off it seems),
Her girlish voice, her kisses sweet,
The patter of her busy feet,
Passed with me into charming dreams.
And when I woke at merry morn,
Through her gold hair I saw the sun
Flame strong, shine glad, and glorify
The great, good world. Oh, never can I
Forget her words, "My darling one!"
Ah! checkered years since then have crept
Past her and me, and we have known
Some sorrow and much tempered joy.
Far into manhood stands her boy,
And her gold hair snow-white has grown.
The world has changed by slow degrees,
And as old days recede, alas!
So much of trouble have the new,
Those rare, far joys grow dim, seen through
Sad times as through a darkened glass.
But just this morning when I woke,
How lovingly my lips were kissed!
How chaste and clear the sunlight shone
On mother's hair, like gold-dust sown
Athwart thin clouds of silver mist!
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