THE HEART OF A MOTHER
You answer not my call
Across the gray sea-wall.
Across the gray sea-wall.
I follow, with wet eyes,
Your boat's white lonely track;
But vex you not with sighs,
Nor long that you were back:
Your boat with sails of snow
Came safe to port, I know.
Your boat's white lonely track;
But vex you not with sighs,
Nor long that you were back:
Your boat with sails of snow
Came safe to port, I know.
O is the new land fair
That you have journeyed to,
With floods of amber air,
And hills of marvellous hue,
And a city's shining spires
Fashioned of day-dawn's fires?
That you have journeyed to,
With floods of amber air,
And hills of marvellous hue,
And a city's shining spires
Fashioned of day-dawn's fires?
O is it a pleasant country
That you are come unto,
With leaves on the greenwood tree,
And birds above in the blue,
And shades below the trees
Where the weary dream at ease,
That you are come unto,
With leaves on the greenwood tree,
And birds above in the blue,
And shades below the trees
Where the weary dream at ease,
And little children playing
On a green and golden mead,
And One o'er the greensward straying
Whose face I know indeed,—
The dead face on the rood,
The dear face, kind and good?
On a green and golden mead,
And One o'er the greensward straying
Whose face I know indeed,—
The dead face on the rood,
The dear face, kind and good?
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