A Mother's Lament For Her Son's Death Poem by Robert Burns

A Mother's Lament For Her Son's Death

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FATE gave the word, the arrow sped,
And pierc'd my darling's heart;
And with him all the joys are fled
Life can to me impart.


By cruel hands the sapling drops,
In dust dishonour'd laid;
So fell the pride of all my hopes,
My age's future shade.


The mother-linnet in the brake
Bewails her ravish'd young;
So I, for my lost darling's sake,
Lament the live-day long.


Death, oft I've feared thy fatal blow.
Now, fond, I bare my breast;
O, do thou kindly lay me low
With him I love, at rest!

Friday, October 24, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: death
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Bill Wright 01 October 2016

What a beautiful poem, simple but effective.

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