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Lightly she slept, that splendid mother mine / Who faced death, undismayed, two hopeless years. / ("Think of me sometimes, son, but not with tears / Lest my soul grieve," she writes. Oh, this divine / Unselfishness! ).
Her favourite print smiled down -- / The stippled Cupid, Bartolozzi-brown -- / Upon my sorrow. Fire-gleams, fitful, played / Among her playthings -- Toby mugs and jade.
And then I dreamed that -- suddenly, strangely clear -- / A voice I knew not, faltered at my ear: / "Courage! ". Your own dear voice, loved since, and known!
And now that she sleeps well, come times _her_ voice / Whispers in day-dreams: "Courage, son! Rejoice / That, leaving you, I left you not alone. "