The Secret Way

LAST NIGHT I DREAMED I SAW MY MOTHER YOUNG

Last night I dreamed I saw my mother young.

I never knew her till her hair was grey;

Last night I saw the shadows lit away

And pearls about her shoulders strung.

Out from our haunts of home among

She came as if she knew them not. There lay

Old hope in her young eyes. And gay

Her speech came in some laughing tongue.

I who had watched the stolen march of days

And would not see the theft which was their sign

Moved happily to meet her, mute with praise

For this the witchery that made her fair.

But yet the pretty hand that lay in mine

Was not the one I love upon my hair.