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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 MADMAN OF THE SOUTH SIDE by CLARENCE MAJOR BRUTUS AND ANTONY by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CLOTHES by JEAN STARR UNTERMEYER BIRD AND BROOK by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES AMERICA: SONNET 2 by SYDNEY THOMPSON DOBELL THE QUEEN'S RIDE; AN INVITATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |
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