 | The Poems of Sir William Watson |  |
TO MY MOTHER'S MEMORY
This is the summit, wild and lone.
Westward the Cumbrian mountains stand.
Let me look eastward on mine own
Ancestral land.
Westward the Cumbrian mountains stand.
Let me look eastward on mine own
Ancestral land.
O sing me songs, O tell me tales,
Of yonder valleys at my feet!
She was a daughter of those dales,
A daughter sweet.
Of yonder valleys at my feet!
She was a daughter of those dales,
A daughter sweet.
Oft did she speak of homesteads there,
And faces that her childhood knew.
She speaks no more; and scarce I dare
To deem it true,
And faces that her childhood knew.
She speaks no more; and scarce I dare
To deem it true,
That somehow she can still behold
Sunlight and moonlight, earth and sea,
Which were among the gifts untold
She gave to me.
Sunlight and moonlight, earth and sea,
Which were among the gifts untold
She gave to me.
1897
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