Alice Meynell

(22 September 1847 - 27 November 1922 / London)

Cradle-Song At Twilight

Poem by Alice Meynell

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.

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  • Bill CantrellBill Cantrell (12/11/2019 2:14:00 PM)

    A truly great poem! its amazing to me that it does not rank higher..especially compared to today’s so called poetry(Report)Reply

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  • Edward Kofi LouisEdward Kofi Louis (12/11/2019 1:59:00 PM)

    Twilight! !
    He plays with her.

    Thanks for sharing this poem with us.(Report)Reply

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  • Mahtab BangaleeMahtab Bangalee (12/11/2019 5:08:00 AM)

    the nurse
    bears up the child of cradle
    with motherly care
    at the awaken candle of twilight!(Report)Reply

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  • Kingsley EgbukoleKingsley Egbukole (12/11/2019 1:01:00 AM)

    Too young a nurse but with the responsibility of a mother. Lovely.(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003

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