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I love the cradle-songs the mothers sing |
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In lonely places when the twilight drops, |
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The slow, endearing melodies that bring |
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Sleep to the weeping lids; and, when she stops, |
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I love the roadside birds upon the tops |
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Of dusty hedges in a world of Spring. |
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And when the sunny rain drips from the edge |
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Of mid-day wind, and meadows lean one way, |
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And a long whisper passes thro' the sedge, |
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Beside the broken water let me stay, |
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While these old airs upon my memory play, |
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And silent changes colour up the hedge. |
