| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | If My Mother Knew | | By Grace Fallow Norton |
| | | IF my mother knew | |
| How our doves at dawn | |
| Shake me with their wings, | |
| Wild, bewildered, wan, | |
| When the white star sings | 5 |
| And they would be gone: | |
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| Would she from her sleep | |
| Rise and look afar, | |
| Past our fold and keep, | |
| To that pulsing star? | 10 |
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| If my mother knew | |
| How the heath in flower, | |
| With its faint perfume | |
| At the twilight hour, | |
| Fills my little room | 15 |
| Like some lady’s bower: | |
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| Would she from the hearth | |
| Rise and look again, | |
| Past our piteous dearth | |
| To the purpling plain? | 20 |
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| If my mother knew | |
| How my heart will beat | |
| With the hope of hands, | |
| For the fall of feet, | |
| Though no pilgrim bands | 25 |
| Find our narrow street: | |
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| Would she from the loom | |
| Rise, remembering so | |
| How the heart must roam? | |
| Then—would she let me go? | 30 | | | |
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