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The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan | ||
DEDICATION.
November, 1894.
When the life-thread was spun
From the blood in her breast,
She look'd on her Son,
Smiled, and rock'd him to rest. . . .
From the blood in her breast,
She look'd on her Son,
Smiled, and rock'd him to rest. . . .
How swift the Hours run
From the East to the West
Erect stood the Son,
And the Mother was blest.
From the East to the West
Erect stood the Son,
And the Mother was blest.
Of all Life had won
Love like his seem'd the best:
He was still the dear Son
She had rock'd on her breast!
Love like his seem'd the best:
He was still the dear Son
She had rock'd on her breast!
Yet lo! all is done!
('Twas, O God, Thy behest!)
In his turn the gray Son
Rocks the Mother to rest!
('Twas, O God, Thy behest!)
In his turn the gray Son
Rocks the Mother to rest!
All is o'er, ere begun! . . . .
O my dearest and best,
Sleep in peace,—till thy Son
Creepeth down to thy breast!
O my dearest and best,
Sleep in peace,—till thy Son
Creepeth down to thy breast!
R. B.
The Complete Poetical Works of Robert Buchanan | ||