Backward, turn backward, O time, in your flight,
Make me a child again just for tonight
Mother come back from the echoless shore,
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, O 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;
Back me to sleep, mother, --rock me to sleep!
Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,
Mother, O 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
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 tonight,
Shading my faint eyes away from the light ;
For with it's sunny edged shadows once more
Haply 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.
Clasp 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!
---Florence Percy