“Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.”
“Voices of boys were by the river-side.Sleep mothered them; and left the twilight sad.”
“The arms of mothers are made of tenderness; in them children sleep profoundly.”
“Home is so sad. It stays as it was left, / Shaped to the comfort of the last to go / As if to win them back”
“...to return to their 'native soil,' as they say, to the bosom, so to speak, of their mother earth, like frightened children, yearning to fall asleep on the withered bosom of their decrepit mother, and to sleep there for ever, only to escape the horrors that terrify them.”
“My mother used to say that there are no strangers, only friends you haven't met yet. She's now in a maximum security twilight home in Australia.”