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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.

Lullaby

Florence Kilpatrick Mixter

COME, sleep. Her heart’s a wood-anemone.

Her thoughts are swallows flown

Across the dusk. Her hair’s a willow-tree

By the west wind blown.

Her eyes are pools where bubbles rise and break—

Dream-bubbles from the deep.

Her soul’s a moth that flutters in their wake.

Come sleep…. come sleep….