Cradle-Song At Twilight
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.
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"The child not yet is lulled to rest...."
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