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TO MY MOTHER
The more I live, the more I look
Amazedly behind,
Astonished by the pains you took
To help my early mind;
Amazedly behind,
Astonished by the pains you took
To help my early mind;
Astonished by the bitter-sweet
Insistence of the dart
With which you fought me, to defeat
Old mischiefs in my heart;
Insistence of the dart
With which you fought me, to defeat
Old mischiefs in my heart;
Astonished by the load of smiles,
Of prayers, of secret tears,
You must have dropped along the miles
That led to Twenty Years;
Of prayers, of secret tears,
You must have dropped along the miles
That led to Twenty Years;
Astonished by the radiant truth
My inward sight can see—
That you would give your angel-youth
To fall from heaven for me.
My inward sight can see—
That you would give your angel-youth
To fall from heaven for me.
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