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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.' 



William Barnes's other poems:
  1. Third Collection. Tweil
  2. Second Collection. The Slantèn light o’ Fall
  3. Second Collection. Light or Sheäde
  4. Third Collection. Comen Hwome
  5. Second Collection. Slow to come, quick agone


Poems of another poets with the same name (Стихотворения других поэтов с таким же названием):

  • Algernon Swinburne (Алджернон Суинбёрн) Mater Dolorosa ("Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside")
  • Madison Cawein (Мэдисон Кавейн) Mater Dolorosa ("The nuns sing")

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