Child of a day, thou knowest not
The tears that overflow thy urn,
The gushing eyes that read thy lot,
Nor, if thou knewest, couldst return!
And why the wish! the pure and blest
Watch like thy mother o'er thy sleep.
O peaceful night! O envied rest!
Thou wilt not ever see her weep.
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Comments1Wow, this poem really hits the feels, so sad and yet beautiful too. Makes you think about life and how fragile it can be. Love how the emotions are captured within just a few lines.