In Childbed

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Thomas Hardy - Non-Music, Lyric Poem (Literature)

In Childbed

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&nbsp In the middle of the night Mother's spirit came and spoke to me,        &nbsp Looking weariful and white - As 'twere untimely news she broke to me.        &nbsp "O my daughter, joyed are you To own the weetless child you mother there;        &nbsp 'Men may search the wide world through,' You think, 'nor find so fair another there!'        &nbsp "Dear, this midnight time unwombs Thousands just as rare and beautiful;        &nbsp Thousands whom High Heaven foredooms To be as bright, as good, as dutiful.        &nbsp "Source of ecstatic hopes and fears And innocent maternal vanity,        &nbsp Your fond exploit but shapes for tears New thoroughfares in sad humanity.        &nbsp"Yet as you dream, so dreamt I When Life stretched forth its morning ray to me;        &nbsp Other views for by and by!" . . . Such strange things did mother say to me.

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  • Thomas Hardy