Gold

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Title:     Gold
Author: Henry Newbolt [More Titles by Newbolt]

(AFTER GIOVANNI PASCOLI)

At bedtime, when the sunset fire was red
One cypress turned to gold beneath its touch.
"Sleep now, my little son," the mother said;
"In God's high garden all the trees are such."
Then did the child in his bright dream behold
Branches of gold, trees, forests all of gold.

[The end]
Henry Newbolt's poem: Gold

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