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The child not yet is lulled to rest.Too young a nurse, the slenderNight So laxly holds him to her breastThat throbs with flight.He plays with her, and will not sleep.For other playfellows she sighs;An unmaternal fondness keepHer alien eyes.
First appeared in The Saturday Review on July 6, 1895, No. 2071, Vol. 80.