Alice Alice Meynell

Here you will find the Poem Cradle-Song at Twilight of poet Alice Alice Meynell

Cradle-Song at Twilight

The child not yet is lulled to rest. 
Too young a nurse, the slender Night 
So laxly holds 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.