JUST as of yore the friendly rain <br /> Patters its old and frank refrain; <br /> Just as of yore the world swings by <br /> The little window where I lie <br />Watching the shadows wax and wane. <br /> <br />I see, beyond the Aegean main, <br />His cross upon the grave-scarred plain— <br /> Yet still the dawn-flush climbs the sky, <br /> Just as of yore! <br /> <br />His cross—and mine! They try in vain <br />With careful phrase to stanch the pain; <br /> They say, ‘A hero’s death!’ But I <br /> Long only for his footstep nigh; <br />Long only for my boy again, <br /> Just as of yore!<br /><br />Sydney Elliott Napier<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/mater-dolorosa/
