Nature—the Gentlest Mother is

Emily Dickinson

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Nature—the Gentlest Mother is,
Impatient of no Child—
The feeblest—or the waywardest—
Her Admonition mild—

In Forest—and the Hill—
By Traveller—be heard—
Restraining Rampant Squirrel—
Or too impetuous Bird—

How fair Her Conversation—
A Summer Afternoon—
Her Household—Her Assembly—
And when the Sung go down—

Her Voice among the Aisles
Incite the timid prayer
Of the minutest Cricket—
The most unworthy Flower—

When all the Children sleep—
She turns as long away
As will suffice to light Her lamps—
Then bending from the Sky—

With infinite Affection—
And infiniter Care—
Her Golden finger on Her lip—
Wills Silence—Everywhere—

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  • charlesashton

    I remember reading "Nature—the Gentlest Mother is" by Emily Dickinson as a young person and it's stayed with me ever since. I have such fond memories attached to this poem. Dickinson's way of personifying nature as a nurturing mother is so captivating and beautiful. Reading it now, it still manages to soothe and comfort me. A timeless piece indeed.