Poems (Young)/The Virgin Mother
THE VIRGIN MOTHER.
Now Day's worn out and Dusk has claimed a shareOf earth and sky and all the things that be,I lay my tired head against your knee,And feel your fingers smooth my tangled hair.I loved you once, when I had heart to dare,And sought you over many a land and sea;Yet all the while you waited here for meIn a sweet stillness shut away from care.I have no longing now, no dreams of bliss.But drowsed in peace through the soft gloom I waitUntil the stars be kindled by God's breath;For then you'll bend above me with the kissEarth's children long for when the hour grows late,Mother of Consolation, Sovereign Death.