Oh! waves in the sunlight gleaming, <br />Oh! billows with ceaseless roar, <br />Bring back to this aching heart of mine, <br />The laddie you bore long ago. <br />Far out on your restless bosom, <br />Far away from his boy-hood's home, <br />I charge you waves of the deep, blue sea <br />To bid my wanderer come. <br /> <br />Oh! stars in the heavens twinkling <br />Like lamps hung up in the sky, <br />Oh! moon look down through the darkness, <br />His trysting-place you may descry. <br />Then tell him a fond heart is aching, <br />In love for the dear one she bore, <br />Oh! surely to thee he will hearken, <br />And haste to his own cottage door. <br /> <br />The winds of the autumn are sighing, <br />The leaves from the trees falling fast, <br />The roses that erstwhile were blooming, <br />Say mournfully-Summer is past. <br />The daisies have long ago slumbered, <br />Their blossoms I search for in vain; <br />But surely for thee I will look, love, <br />Ere spring time brings them again. <br /> <br />When the Frost-King's robe is glistening <br />O'er hill, and valley, and glen, <br />When the bright sleigh-bells are jingling, <br />I know he'll come to me then. <br />So sunlight, or starlight, or moonlight, <br />Wherever my truant you see, <br />Just tell him you left me a-waiting <br />Far over the deep blue sea.<br /><br />Mary Weston Fordham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sonnet-to-my-first-born/
