Arthur Quiller-Couch, ed. 1919. The Oxford Book of English Verse: 1250–1900.
William Barnes. 18011886658. Mater Dolorosa
I’D a dream to-night | |
As I fell asleep, | |
O! the touching sight | |
Makes me still to weep: | |
Of my little lad, | 5 |
Gone to leave me sad, | |
Ay, the child I had, | |
But was not to keep. | |
As in heaven high, | |
I my child did seek, | 10 |
There in train came by | |
Children fair and meek, | |
Each in lily white, | |
With a lamp alight; | |
Each was clear to sight, | 15 |
But they did not speak. | |
Then, a little sad, | |
Came my child in turn, | |
But the lamp he had, | |
O it did not burn! | 20 |
He, to clear my doubt, | |
Said, half turn’d about, | |
‘Your tears put it out; | |
Mother, never mourn.’ |