Valentines to My Mother, 1877

    Own Mother dear,
    We all rejoicing here
    Wait for each other,
    Daughter for Mother,
    Sister for Brother,
Till each dear face appear
Transfigured by Love's flame
    Yet still the same,—
    The same yet new,—
    My face to you,
    Your face to me,
Made lovelier by Love's flame
    But still the same;
    Most dear to see
In halo of Love's flame,
    Because the same.