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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. . . . | |||
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. . . . | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL SOULS' EVE by FLORENCE KILPATRICK MIXTER AN AMERICAN IN BANGKOK by KAREN SWENSON THISTLE by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS SONG: NOT A WORD by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT SING A SONG by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON MUSIC by WILLIAM STANLEY BRAITHWAITE THE PHILOSOPHIC FLIGHT by GIORDANO BRUNO HYMN OF THE WALDENSES by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT |
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