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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Epilogue: To A Mother</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On seeing her smile repeated in her daughter's eyes</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=519113" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><br>A thousand songs I might have made<br>Of You, and only You;<br>A thousand thousand tongues of fire<br>That trembled down a golden wire<br>To lamp the night with stars, to braid<br>The morning bough with dew.<br>Within the greenwood girl and boy<br>Had loiter'd to their lure,<br>And men in cities closed their books<br>To dream of Spring and running brooks<br>And all that ever was of joy<br>For manhood to abjure.<br>And I'd have made them strong, so strong<br>Outlasting towers and towns--<br>Millennial shepherds 'neath the thorn<br>Had piped them to a world reborn,<br>And danced Delight the dale along<br>And up the daisied downs.<br>A thousand songs I might have made...<br>But you required them not;<br>Content to reign your little while<br>Ere, abdicating with a smile,<br>You pass'd into a shade, a shade<br>Immortal--and forgot!</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Sir+Arthur+Quiller-Couch">Sir Arthur Quiller-Couch</a></strong></div>