<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37541" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Rock Me To Sleep, Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,<br>Make me a child again just for to-night!<br>Mother, come back from the echoless shore,<br>Take me again to your heart as of yore;<br>Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,<br>Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;<br>Over my slumbers your loving watch keep;—<br>Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!<br> <br>Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!<br>I am so weary of toil and of tears,—<br>Toil without recompense, tears all in vain,—<br>Take them, and give me my childhood again!<br>I have grown weary of dust and decay,—<br>Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;<br>Weary of sowing for others to reap;—<br>Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!<br> <br>Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,<br>Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!<br>Many a summer the grass has grown green,<br>Blossomed and faded, our faces between:<br>Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,<br>Long I to-night for your presence again.<br>Come from the silence so long and so deep;—<br>Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!<br> <br>Over my heart, in the days that are flown,<br>No love like mother-love ever has shone;<br>No other worship abides and endures,—<br>Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:<br>None like a mother can charm away pain<br>From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.<br>Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep;—<br>Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!<br> <br>Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,<br>Fall on your shoulders again as of old;<br>Let it drop over my forehead to-night,<br>Shading my faint eyes away from the light;<br>For with its sunny-edged shadows once more<br>Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;<br>Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep;—<br>Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!<br> <br>Mother, dear mother, the years have been long<br>Since I last listened your lullaby song:<br>Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem<br>Womanhood's years have been only a dream.<br>Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,<br>With your light lashes just sweeping my face,<br>Never hereafter to wake or to weep;—<br>Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Elizabeth+Chase+Allen">Elizabeth Chase Allen</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=37541" data-title="Rock Me To Sleep, Mother de Elizabeth Chase Allen" data-description="BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,/Make me a child again just for to-night!/Mother, come back from the echoless shore,/Take me again to your heart as of yore;/Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,/Smooth the few silver threads o..."></div> </div> </div>

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