Nature The Gentlest Mother Is Poem by Emily Dickinson

Nature The Gentlest Mother Is

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Nature the gentlest mother is,
Impatient of no child,
The feeblest of the waywardest.
Her admonition mild

In forest and the hill
By traveller be heard,
Restraining rampant squirrel
Or too impetuous bird.

How fair her conversation
A summer afternoon,
Her household her assembly;
And when the sun go down,

Her voice among the aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest cricket,
The most unworthy flower.

When all the children sleep,
She turns as long away
As will suffice tolight her lamps,
Then bending from the sky

With infinite affection
An infiniter care,
Her golden finger on her lip,
Wills silence everywhere.

Friday, January 3, 2003
Topic(s) of this poem: mother
COMMENTS OF THE POEM
* Sunprincess * 15 June 2016

..............a wonderful tribute for mother nature, the metaphors are amazing...my favorite lines ★ Her voice among the aisles Incite the timid prayer Of the minutest cricket, The most unworthy flower.

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Surash Kumar EK 25 August 2020

with infinite care and infinite affection

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Rushi 23 July 2018

Vry nice excilent poem is this

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alan brown 06 April 2018

Very well wrote Emily thank you Alan

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Zeba Siddique 19 March 2018

N A T U R E L O V E R Beautiful poem😊

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Maria potulgo 22 January 2018

Such a nice and beautiful poem

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