To Mother: A Ballad

Because I know
So well in the Heavens above
The Saints will ponder
To come through terms of Love
Be no more radiant maiden there
Than by the name of Mother, Fair!
Therefore by the name
For years I have set aside and kept, 
No ill mannered fate 
Shall I accept! 
Thy beauty is to me
As the many shores
Upon the perfumed sea!
By the name of Mother 
No other shall endure
For no other
Besides fair mother
Holds a love I dare say pure!