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Poem by William Barnes


Mater Dolorosa


I'D a dream to-night
   As I fell asleep,
O! the touching sight
   Makes me still to weep:
Of my little lad,
Gone to leave me sad,
Ay, the child I had,
   But was not to keep.

As in heaven high,
   I my child did seek,
There in train came by
   Children fair and meek,
Each in lily white,
With a lamp alight;
Each was clear to sight,
   But they did not speak.

Then, a little sad,
Came my child in turn,
But the lamp he had,
   O it did not burn!
He, to clear my doubt,
Said, half turn'd about,
'Your tears put it out;
   Mother, never mourn.' 



William Barnes


William Barnes's other poems:
  1. Third Collection. John Bloom in Lon’on
  2. Second Collection. Trees be Company
  3. Second Collection. Gwaïn to Brookwell
  4. Second Collection. Culver Dell and the Squire
  5. Third Collection. The Do’set Militia


Poems of the other poets with the same name:

  • Algernon Swinburne Mater Dolorosa ("Who is this that sits by the way, by the wild wayside")
  • Madison Cawein Mater Dolorosa ("The nuns sing")

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