Still his little grave she seeketh <br /> In her mother-sorrow wild, <br />Hush! While in her heart she speaketh <br /> To the spirit of her child: <br />“Were we not to one another <br /> Once the sum of all sweet gain? <br />Say then—say unto thy mother, <br /> Shall we ever meet again? <br /> Darling, shall we meet again, <br />Knowing, loving one another? <br />“Ah! What weary, weary sorrows <br /> Have I known through loss of thee, <br />And what comfortless to-morrows <br /> Wait me in this misery! <br />Were we not to one another <br /> Once the sum of all sweet gain? <br />Say then—say unto thy mother, <br /> Shall we ever meet again? <br /> Darling, shall we meet again, <br />Knowing, loving one another?” <br /> <br />But the wind alone is heard <br /> Sighing in reply, <br />Where the long grave-grass is stirred <br /> As it floweth by. <br /> <br /> <br /><br /><br />Charles Harpur<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/asking-in-vain/
