The Mother to her brooding breast
Her shrouded baby closely holds,
A stationary shadow, drest
In shadow, falling folds on folds.
With gesture motionless as Night
She stands; through wavering glare and sound
Deep pierces like a sombre light
The full gloom of her gaze profound.
The Mother
Robert Laurence Binyon
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Poem topics: baby, light, mother, night, deep, gaze, sound, gesture, shadow, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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