William Barnes (Уильям Барнс)

Mater Dolorosa

I'D a dream to-night
   As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
   Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad,
Gone to leave me sad,
Ay, the child I had,
   But was not to keep.

As in heaven high,
   I my child did seek,
There in train came by
   Children fair and meek,
Each in lily white,
With a lamp alight;
Each was clear to sight,
   But they did not speak.

Then, a little sad,
Came my child in turn,
But the lamp he had,
   O it did not burn!
He, to clear my doubt,
Said, half turn'd about,
'Your tears put it out;
   Mother, never mourn.' 

1. Second Collection. The May-tree
2. Third Collection. Shaftesbury Feäir
3. First Collection. Sundry Pieces. Aunt’s Tantrums
4. Second Collection. Light or Sheäde
5. Third Collection. Comen Hwome

Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Mater Dolorosa ("The nuns sing")

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