In The Night.
The Child. I hear you weeping, mother, dear,-- I hear you wake and weep; What brings the tears into your eyes When you should be asleep? I hear my name upon your lips; What is it that you say Of one who broke a trusting heart, But now is far away? The Mother. I weep for you, my pretty lass, Frail flower of love unblessed, Because I can not always hold You close unto my breast; I weep that you some day must go Alone your way to find, For, oh, you have your mother's eyes, And men are seldom kind!
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"The Child...."
This evocative piece by Charles Hamilton Musgrove, titled "In The Night.", represents a masterful exploration of classic. The lines capture a profound emotional resonance... ### Why We Love This Line At Linespedia, we believe that poetry is the ultimate sanctuary for the soul...