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