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[00:13.35]I love the cradle-songs the mothers sing
[00:20.50]In lonely places when the twilight drops,
[00:27.58]The slow, endearing melodies that bring
[00:34.38]Sleep to the weeping lids; and, when she stops,
[00:43.84]I love the roadside birds upon the tops
[00:50.86]Of dusty hedges in a world of Spring.
[01:08.28]And when the sunny rain drips from the edge
[01:13.83]Of mid-day wind, and meadows lean one way,
[01:22.81]And a long whisper passes thro' the sedge,
[01:31.52]Beside the broken water let me stay,
[01:44.59]While these old airs upon my memory play,
[01:51.93]And silent changes colour up the hedge.