Then my heart it grew ashen and sober As the leaves that were crisped and sere-- As the leaves that were withering and sere, And I cried...“ It was surely October ΤΟ On this very night of last year That I journeyed-I journeyed down here-- Ah, what demon has tempted me here? This ghoul-haunted woodland of Weir." 1 TO I HEED not that my earthly lot Hath-little of Earth in it— That years of love have been forgot I mourn not that the desolate Are happier, sweet, than I, Who am a passer by. TO MY MOTHER. স ECAUSE I feel that, in the heavens above, The angels, whispering to one another, Can find, among their burning terms of love, None so devotional as that of "Mother," Therefore by that dear name I long have called you———. You who are more than mother unto me, And fill my heart of hearts, where Death installed you My mother-my own mother, who died early, Are mother to the one I loved so dearly, And thus are dearer than the mother I knew By that infinity with which my wife Was dearer to my soul than its soul-life. |