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ROCK ME TO SLEEP


BACKWARD, turn backward, 0 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 out of my hair;
Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; --
Rock me to sleep, Mother -- rock me to sleep! 
Backward, flow backward, oh, tide of the years
I am so weary of toil and of tears --
Toil without recompense, tears all in vain --
Take them, and give me my childhood again! 

I have grown weary of dust and decay-
Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away,
Weary of sowing for others to reap; --
Rock me to sleep, Mother -- rock me to sleep! 

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, 0 Mother, my heart calls for you!
Many a summer the grass has grown green,
Blossomed and faded, our faces between:
Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,
Long I to-night for your presence again.
Come from the silence so long and so deep; --
Rock me to sleep, Mother -- rock me to sleep! 

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,
No love like mother-love ever has shone;
No other worship abides and endures --
Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:
None like a mother can charm away pain
From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.
Slumber's soft calms o'er my heavy lids creep; --
Rock me to sleep, Mother -- rock me to sleep! 

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,
Fall on your shoulders again as of old;
Let it drop over my forehead to-night,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light;
For with its sunny-edged shadows once more
Happily will throng the sweet visions of yore;
Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep: --
Rock me to sleep, Mother -- rock me to sleep! 

Mother, dear Mother, the years have been long
Since I last listened your lullaby song:
Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem
Womanhood's years have been only a dream. 

Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace, 
With your light lashes just sweeping my face, 
Never hereafter to wake or to weep;
Rock me to sleep, Mother -- rock me to sleep! 

Elizabeth Akers Allen