Classic Poem

Villanelle

Mother , for a moment come
To the bars that intervene:
Tell me of Elysium!

Tell me how you live serene
Upon that fair and lovely shore:
Free of grief and burdens mean!

For I so broken am and sore
To me God's mercy now 'twould seem
To die indeed and be no more.

You are with the Seraphim,
While below I wander on,
Groping through a fearful dream.

My love of life at last is gone:
Of life what favor may I glean
Outvaluing oblivion?

Here for dim relief I lean:
O, Mother, for a moment come
To the bars that intervene!
Unveil, unveil Elysium!