Cradle-Song At Twilight Poem by Alice Meynell
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.
A beautiful imagery encased in equally beautiful lines.
A truly great poem! its amazing to me that it does not rank higher..especially compared to today’s so called poetry
Twilight! ! He plays with her. Thanks for sharing this poem with us.
the nurse bears up the child of cradle with motherly care at the awaken candle of twilight!
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
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4/19/2024 8:56:31 AM # 1.0.0.1119
Too young a nurse but with the responsibility of a mother. Lovely.