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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...MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 5 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE LATTICE AT SUNRISE by CHARLES TENNYSON TURNER TO THE SMALL CELANDINE (1) by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 66. AL-I'HLAS by EDWIN ARNOLD THE BURGHERS OF CALAIS by EMILY A. BRADDOCK |
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