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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 BRACELET: TO JULIA by ROBERT HERRICK EYE-SHAPED, MOUTH-SHAPED by MARGARET AHO THE LAST MAN: DREAM OF DYING by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE LAST MAN; A LAKE by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES SEARCHLIGHTS by MILDRED SUTTON BRENEMAN OUR OLD VERMONT LUMBER WAGON by DANIEL LEAVENS CADY TOWARDS DEMOCRACY: PART 4. THE SONG OF THE BIRDS, WHO HEARS by EDWARD CARPENTER |
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