The Dark Mother

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O Death, the Dark Mother, receive us
We are tired & fain would we rest;
The glare of the daytime doth grieve us,
We seek the cool night of thy breast.

We came from thee, Mother, aforetime;
Out of Death's womb life groweth fast,
But always approacheth restore-time,
We return to thee, Mother, at last

O mother, Dark Mother, receive us!
We are tired, ay, sometimes we weep—
Play-worn & work-worn, retrieve us!
We are weary & wistful for sleep.

J. Wm. Lloyd