Cradle-Song At Twilight

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Title:     Cradle-Song At Twilight
Author: Alice Meynell [More Titles by Meynell]

The child not yet is lulled to rest.
Too young a nurse, the slender Night
So laxly holds him to her breast
That throbs with flight.

He plays with her and will not sleep.
For other playfellows she sighs;
An unmaternal fondness keep
Her alien eyes.

[The end]
Alice Meynell's poem: Cradle-Song At Twilight

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