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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
MOTHER, by DORA SIGERSON SHORTER Poet's Biography
First Line: Ho!' said the child, 'how fine the horses go
Last Line: A king goes past.' he wondered at my tears
Alternate Author Name(s): Sigerson, Dora; Shorter, Mrs. Clement
Subject(s): Mothers
First Line: Ho!' said the child, 'how fine the horses go
Last Line: A king goes past.' he wondered at my tears
Alternate Author Name(s): Sigerson, Dora; Shorter, Mrs. Clement
Subject(s): Mothers
'Ho! 'said the child, 'how fine the horses go,
With nodding plumes, with measured step and slow
Who rides within this coach, is he not great?
Some King, I think, for see, he rides in state!'
I turned, and saw a little coffin lie
Half-hid in flowers as the slow steeds went by,
So small a woman's arms might hold it pressed
As some rare jewel-casket to her breast;
Or like Pandora's box with pulsing lid
Where throbbing thoughts must lie for ever hid.
'Why this? why this?' comes forth the panting breath,
'And was I born to taste of nought save death?'
'Ho!' said the child, 'how the proud horses shake
Their silver harness till they music make.
Who drives abroad with all this majesty?
Is it some Prince who fain his world would see?'
And as I looked I saw through the dim glass
Of one sad coach that all so slow did pass
A woman's face-a mother's eyes ablaze
Seize on the child in fierce and famished gaze.
'Death drives,' I said, and drew him in alarm
Within the shelter of my circling arm.
So in my heart cried out a thousand fears,
'A King goes past.' He wondered at my tears.
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