A Memory

Somewhile before the dawn I rose, and stept
    Softly along the dim way to your room
    And found you sleeping in the quiet gloom,
And holiness about you as you slept.
I knelt there; till your waking fingers crept
    About my head, and held it. I had rest
    Unhoped this side of Heaven, beneath your breast.
I knelt a long time, still; nor even wept.

It was great wrong you did me; and for gain
Or that poor moment’s kindliness, and ease,
and sleepy mother-comfort!
                                             Child, you know
How easily love leaps out to dreams like these,
Who has seen them true.    And love that’s wakened so
Takes all too long to lay asleep again.


This poem is in the public domain.