Classic Poem

Mother , mother, come to me, come to me,
Mother, mother, cold and unkind;
Mother, mother, can you be dumb to me?
Mother, mother, can you be blind?

Son, my son, there are lips that speak not,
Dumb, though the heart be full to the brim,
And a voice that whispers, " Wait and seek not,
Wait for a while and follow him."

Oh, the pain of the words I spake not!
Tears that burn and may not flow!
Oh, the weight of the heart that brake not!
Wait for a while and you will know.

There is the place with the sea below you,
There is the foam on the rock-girt isle,
Fair is the world which used to know you; —
Wait for a while, dear, wait for a while.

Still let me love the lovely places
Where my beloved loved to dwell;
Still let me love the loving faces
Which my beloved loved so well.

Can I be blind to you? Can I be dumb to you?
I, your mother, O son, my son!
Wait for a while, I will come to you, come to you,
Wait for a while — and waiting's done.