Mother

"Mother! Mother!" he called as he fell
In the horror there
Of a bursting shell
That strewed red flesh on the air.

Far away over sea and land:
The knitting dropt
From an old white hand,
And a heart for an instant stopt.

But it was Death, dark mother and wise,
All-tenderest,
Who kissed his eyes
And gathered him to her breast.

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