Poems (Craik)/The Mother's Visits
THE MOTHER'S VISITS.
From the French.
ONG years ago she visited my chamber, Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand; Her fond kiss she laid upon my eyelids, Fair as an angel from the unknown land: Mother, mother, is it thou I see? Mother, mother, watching over me. And yesternight I saw her cross my chamber, Soundless as light, a palm-branch in her hand; Her mild eyes she bent upon my anguish, Calm as an angel from the blessed land; Mother, mother, is it thou I see? Mother, mother, art thou come for me?