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. . . .
