The Child.
I hear you weeping, mother, dear,--
I hear you wake and weep;
What brings the tears into your eyes
When you should be asleep?
I hear my name upon your lips;
What is it that you say
Of one who broke a trusting heart,
But now is far away?
The Mother.
I weep for you, my pretty lass,
Frail flower of love unblessed,
Because I can not always hold
You close unto my breast;
I weep that you some day must go
Alone your way to find,
For, oh, you have your mother's eyes,
And men are seldom kind!
In The Night
Charles Hamilton Musgrove
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Poem topics: I love you, alone, away, child, flower, heart, dear, pretty, hold, Valentine's Day, love, mother, hear, I miss you, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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