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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A CRADLE SONG OF THE NIGHT WIND, by WILLIS BOYD ALLEN Poet's Biography First Line: The pines have gathered upon the hill Last Line: And rock him to sleep to-night. | |||
The pines have gathered upon the hill To watch for the old-new moon; I hear their murmuring--"Hush, be still! 'Tis coming--coming soon!" The brown thrush sings to his meek brown wife Who broods below on her nest: "Of all the world and of all my life 'Tis you I love the best!" But the baby moon is wide awake, And its eyes are shining bright; The pines in their arms this moon must take And rock him to sleep to-night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE RAILWAY TRAIN by EMILY DICKINSON THE WIDOW'S LAMENT IN SPRINGTIME by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE PEN by GHALIB IBN RIBAH AL-HAJJAM EUMARES by ASCLEPIADES OF SAMOS HYMN TO CONTENT by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD LILIES: 24 by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) |
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