LONG years ago she visited my chamber, <br />Steps soft and slow, a taper in her hand; <br />Her fond kiss she laid upon my eyelids, <br />Fair as an angel from the unknown land: <br />Mother, mother, is it thou I see? <br />Mother, mother, watching over me. <br /> <br />And yesternight I saw her cross my chamber, <br />Soundless as light, a palm-branch in her hand; <br />Her mild eyes she bent upon my anguish, <br />Calm as an angel from the blessed land; <br />Mother, mother, is it thou I see? <br />Mother, mother, art thou come for me?<br /><br />Dinah Maria Mulock Craik<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-mother-s-visit/
