Mother And Child Poem by Apollon Nikolayevich Maykov

'Mother, why weepest thou ever
For my little sister fair?
She is now in heaven's kingdom-
Ah, it must be wondrous there!'

'Yes, she is in heaven's glory,
But in heaven's own land, alas!
There are no butterflies nor flowers-
Nor meadows of velvet grass!'

'But mother, God's blessed angels
There, rejoicing sing to Him!'
Forth from the sunset's rosy fires
Now cometh the midnight dim.

Ah, the mother wants her baby-
That she watched from the window wide,
When 'mid butterflies and blossoms
She played in the meadow's pride!