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Mother's Return, The
(William Wordsworth)

A month, sweet Little-ones, is past
Since your dear Mother went away,---
And she tomorrow will return;
Tomorrow is the happy day.

O blessed tidings! thought of joy!
The eldest heard with steady glee;
Silent he stood; then laughed amain,---
And shouted, " Mother, come to me!"

Louder and louder did he shout,
With witless hope to bring her near;
"Nay, patience! patience, little boy!
Your tender mother cannot hear."

I told of hills, and far-off town,
And long, long vale to travel through;---
He listens, puzzled, sore perplexed,
But he submits; what can he do ?

No strife disturbs his sister's breast;
She wars not with the mystery
Of time and distance, night and day;
The bonds of our humanity.

Her joy is like an instinct, joy
Of kitten, bird, or summer fly;
She dances, runs without an aim,
She chatters in her ecstasy.

Her brother now takes up the note,
And echoes back his sister's glee;
They hug the infant in my arms,
As if to force his sympathy.

Then, settling into fond discourse,
We rested in the garden bower;
While sweetly shone the evening sun
In his departing hour.

We told o'er all that we had done,---
Our rambles by the swift brook's side
Far as the willow-skirted pool,
Where two fair swans together glide.

We talked of change, of winter gone,
Of green leaves on the hawthorn spray,
Of birds that build their nests and sing
And all "since Mother went away!"

To her these tales they will repeat,
To her our new-born tribes will show,
The goslings green, the ass's colt,
The lambs that in the meadow go.

---But, see, the evening star comes forth!
To bed the children must depart;
A moment's heaviness they feel,
A sadness at the heart;

'Tis gone---and in a merry fit
They run up stairs in gamesome race;
I, too, infected by their mood,
I could have joined the wanton chase.

Five minutes past---and, O the change!
Asleep upon their beds they lie;
Their buy limbs in perfect rest,
And closed the sparkling eye.


Poems/ Poetry / Quotations by William Wordsworth
 Address To The Scholars Of The Village School Of ---- | Anecdote For Fathers | Character Of The Happy Warrior | Composed Upon Westminster Bridge, September 3, 1802 | Desideria | Elegiac Stanzas Suggested By A Picture Of Peele Castle In A Storm, Painted By Sir George Beaumont | Ellen Irwin | England, 1802 iv | "The World Is Too Much With Us; Late and Soon" | "There is an Eminence,--of these our hills" | A Character | A Complaint | A Night Thought | A Poet! He Hath Put his Heart to School | After-Thought | By the Seaside | Forsaken, The | Goody Blake and Harry Gill | Green Linnet, The | Guilt and Sorrow | Idiot Boy, The | Idle Shepherd Boys, The | Influence of Natural Objects | Laodamia | Lines written as a School Exercise at Hawkshead, Anno Aetatis | London, 1802 | Lucy Gray | Lucy ii | November, 1806 | Nutting | O Nightingale! Thou Surely Art | Seven Sisters, The | October, 1803 | Ode on Intimations of Immortality from Recollections of Early Childhood | On the Departure of Sir Walter Scott from Abbotsford | On the Extinction of the Venetian Republic | Peter Bell, A Tale | Pet-Lamb, The: A Pastoral Poem | Remembrance of Collins | Ruth | Song For The Wandering Jew | Strange Fits of Passion Have I Known | Longest Day, The | Prelude, The - (Book 2) | Prelude, The - (Book 4) | Reaper, The | 'Tis Said, That Some Have Died For Love | Table Turned, The | Trosachs, The | Seven Sisters, The (OR Solitude of Binnorie, The) | Sonnet, The (i) | To A Butterfly (second poem) | To a Highland Girl (At Inversneyde, upon Loch Lomond) | To a Skylark | To May | To My Sister | To The Cuckoo | Two April Mornings, The | Two Thieves, The | We are Seven | With How Sad Steps, O Moon, Thou Climb'st the Sky | With ships the sea was sprinkled | Written in Early Spring | Written in Germany, On One of The Coldest Days Of The Century | Written With a Pencil Upon a Stone In The Wall of The House, On The Island at Grasmere |


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