To My Mother
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To my mother, who loves
The birds and trees;
To my mother; I see them in spring,
When the snow is gone away.
To my mother; I still think of
The beauty of the day;
And the blooming nature;
I thank you, dear,
For the peace in this place;
We shall wander on,
From flower to flower—
As the world stands still,
Until the sunset
And the fears take flight,
And peace shall rest again.

• Edna St Vincent Millay