Classic Poem

Thy child am I, dear love,
Thy love-child true:
Born of thy love for me,
And my love too:
Nurtured within thy breast, child of thy care —
Mother and love, I seek thee everywhere.

But thou art far away,
Hidden thy face,
Must I then walk alway
In thy disgrace?
Because I grew, grew then my heart from thee? —
Mother and love, the heart cries out in me.

Ah! couldst thou not endure
A second birth?
Seemed all my ways a lure
And nothing worth?
Loving the sun, shall earth the plant disown? —
Mother and love, what of thy seedling grown?

Turn, turn thy face and see
Ere daylight dies!
Grief now looks down on me
Out of thine eyes.
Come! Art thou not too full of heart to stay?
My life is thine, and thine is mine alway.