I did not hear aright—“forever blind!”
Mother, you would not speak
Aught but the truth to me, your stricken child;
Tell me I do but dream; my brain is wild,
And yet my heart is weak.
Oh, mother, fold me in a close embrace,
Bend down to me that dear, that gentle face.
I cannot hear your voice!
Speak louder, mother. Speak to me, and say
This frightful dream will quickly pass away.