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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...PORTRAIT OF A MACHINE by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE SHPEHERD'S HOUR by PAUL VERLAINE TO COLE, THE PAINTER, DEPARTING FOR EUROPE by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT ROBERT BRUCE'S ADDRESS TO HIS ARMY BEFORE BANNOCKBURN by ROBERT BURNS THE FIRESIDE by NATHANIEL COTTON THE SPRING OF THE YEAR by ALLAN CUNNINGHAM |
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