Poems (Hazlett-Bevis)/My Childhood's Thoughts
My Childhood's Thoughts.
I thought as I watched the stars at even', In the dome of the deepening sky, That the blue was the floor of the beautiful heaven, The stars the lights of the city high, That gleamed through the floor, made worn and thin By the tread of the angels' feet; The beautiful city wherein no sin Ever shadowed the life complete.
When the stars twinkled in bright fitful gleams, I would wonder in awe who passed by, And if it were "mother?" (She filled all my dreams Since she drifted away to the sky.) Oh, how earnestly I listened, to catch on the air The sound of her voice in sweet song, For surely she'd sing in the beautiful There, As she did here on Earth, oft and long.
Perhaps I might see, if I waited, at length Her face, as she looked down on me, That face that was full of rare beauty and strength To the child that once sat on her knee; But the hours passed by , and the nights and the years, And the stars filled the skies as of yore, And my memory is filled with a little child's tears For the mother, who came nevermore.