Alice Meynell (22 September 1847 - 27 November 1922 / London)
Poems by Alice Meynell : 8 / 21
Cradle-Song at Twilight
The child not yet is lulled to rest.
Too young a nurse, the slender Night
So laxly holds him to her breast
That throbs with flight.
He plays with her, and will not sleep.
For other playfellows she sighs;
An unmaternal fondness keep
Her alien eyes.
Alice Meynell
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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Poems by Alice Meynell : 8 / 21
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