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TO NIGHT
Sing, now! Open my spirit’s portals
Wide; all the bustling thoughts lure outward,
Dulcet-breathing Mother of mine!
With melodious quiet lull me,
Mother mine!
Sow the dear dreams thick on mine eyelids,
Fold my face in thy neck—O Mother,
Strong and tender Mother of mine;
I am thy child, and thou art my Mother,
Mother mine!
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