Explore "Cradle-Song at Twilight" by Alice Meynell on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
The child not yet is lulled to rest.
Too young a nurse, the slender Night
So laxly hold 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.