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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LULLABY, by FLORENCE KILPATRICK MIXTER
First Line: Come sleep. Her heart's a wood-anemone
Last Line: Come sleep. . . . Come sleep. . . .
First Line: Come sleep. Her heart's a wood-anemone
Last Line: Come sleep. . . . Come sleep. . . .
Come, sleep. Her heart's a wood-anemone.
Her thoughts are swallows flown
Across the dusk. Her hair's a willow-tree
By the west wind blown.
Her eyes are pools where bubbles rise and break --
Dream-bubbles from the deep.
Her soul's a moth that flutters in their wake.
Come sleep. . . . come sleep. . . .
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