| Poem Home | Back to Mother Poems Child and Mother - Eugene Field O mother-my-love, if you'll give me your hand, And go where I ask you to wander, I will lead you away to a beautiful land,-The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder. We'll walk in a sweet posie-garden out there, Where moonlight and starlight are streaming, And the flowers and the birds are filling the airWith the fragrance and music of dreaming. There'll be no little tired-out boy to undress, No questions or cares to perplex you, There'll be no little bruises or bumps to caress, Nor patching of stockings to vex you;For I'll rock you away on a silver-dew streamAnd sing you asleep when you're weary, And no one shall know of our beautiful dreamBut you and your own little dearie. And when I am tired I'll nestle my headIn the bosom that's soothed me so often, And the wide-awake stars shall sing, in my stead, A song which our dreaming shall soften. So, Mother-my-Love, let me take your dear hand, And away through the starlight we'll wander,-Away through the mist to the beautiful land,-The Dreamland that's waiting out yonder. | |