. To mother . XIX. ACK from the very brink of theBlack Stream,Turning from Charons friendly out-stretched hand,You came back from the edge of No-Mans Land,As one who groped her way from out a the steep side each travellerdescends,Who seeks the river Lethe at the base,You resolutely turned your dearwhite face,And struggled back to life, to makeamends m Ct •©--: ^ ^v/*^) To us deserted when your strengthhad when I kissed your hands and touched your hair,Asking why you had come, sincepeace lay there, You spoke thus softly in your mother-tone: Because, until Ive held upon mybrea

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. To mother . XIX. ACK from the very brink of theBlack Stream,Turning from Charons friendly out-stretched hand,You came back from the edge of No-Mans Land,As one who groped her way from out a the steep side each travellerdescends,Who seeks the river Lethe at the base,You resolutely turned your dearwhite face,And struggled back to life, to makeamends m Ct •©--: ^ ^v/*^) To us deserted when your strengthhad when I kissed your hands and touched your hair,Asking why you had come, sincepeace lay there, You spoke thus softly in your mother-tone: Because, until Ive held upon mybreast Your little child, I would not go torest! ff0* ^ I XX WHEN the gray Summoner haltssomewhere near,Next door, perchance, and raps with fingers light,And beckons, how we close ourcasement tight,To cower each within our House of Fear!We try to think of him in gentle guise,As Christ returned again, Gods only Son,Or Mary, beggared of her little one,Seeking new babes to fondle, Death, thou desecrator o

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