Collected Poems of Laurence Binyon | ||
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THE MOTHER
The Mother to her brooding breast
Her shrouded baby closely holds,
A stationary shadow, drest
In shadow, falling folds on folds.
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.
She stands; through wavering glare and sound
Deep pierces like a sombre light
The full gloom of her gaze profound.
Collected Poems of Laurence Binyon | ||