Lost Mother, A -27
How huge is man's long-historied grief!
Aye, even in days ere history was begun
Death stabbed some mother, and her son
Mourning as I mourn, found as small relief.
In some vague land forgotten of light,
Buried beneath the weight of endless years,
The same cry pierced the night—
“ Mother! ” Who heard? Who hears?
Aye, even in days ere history was begun
Death stabbed some mother, and her son
Mourning as I mourn, found as small relief.
In some vague land forgotten of light,
Buried beneath the weight of endless years,
The same cry pierced the night—
“ Mother! ” Who heard? Who hears?
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