Poems (Meynell, 1921)/Cradle-Song at Twilight

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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.