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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LULLABY, by JOSEPH RUSSELL TAYLOR First Line: At sunset our white butterflies Last Line: My little lady, sleep! | |||
At sunset our white butterflies Vanish and fold and creep, Where now the golden daylight dies, Out in the field to sleep; Among the morning-glories furled They furl their drowsy wings, Forget the sun upon the world, And what the sparrow sings; They will not know what dews may kiss Nor what stars vigil keep; Fold up, white wing, and be like this All in the twilight deep; With everything that pretty is, My little lady, sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE FLUTE by JOSEPH RUSSELL TAYLOR THE VEERY-THRUSH by JOSEPH RUSSELL TAYLOR SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: AMOS SIBLEY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EASTER HYMN by GEORGE SANTAYANA LACEDEMONIAN INSTRUCTION by WILLIAM BLAKE VISIONS: 5 by WILLIAM BROWNE (1591-1643) VALENTINES TO MY MOTHER: 1882 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI THE YOUNG CARPENTER by AL-RUSAFI GIVE NOT WITH YOUR HANDS by MACKNIGHT BLACK THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 104. WRITTEN AT FLORENCE: 2 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT |
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