Robert Laurence Binyon

(1869-1943 / England)

The Mother - Poem by Robert Laurence Binyon

The Mother to her brooding breast
Her shrouded baby closely holds,
A stationary shadow, drest
In shadow, falling folds on folds.

With gesture motionless as Night
She stands; through wavering glare and sound
Deep pierces like a sombre light
The full gloom of her gaze profound.


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Poem Submitted: Wednesday, September 1, 2010



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