The Mother’s Visit Poem by Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

The Mother’s Visit

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LONG years ago she visited my chamber,
Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand;
Her fond kiss she laid upon my eyelids,
Fair as an angel from the unknown land:
Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
Mother, mother, watching over me.

And yesternight I saw her cross my chamber,
Soundless as light, a palm-branch in her hand;
Her mild eyes she bent upon my anguish,
Calm as an angel from the blessed land;
Mother, mother, is it thou I see?
Mother, mother, art thou come for me?

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Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Dinah Maria Mulock Craik

Stoke-on-Trent / England
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