The Birthnight Poem by Walter de la Mare
The Birthnight
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Dearest, it was a night
That in its darkness rocked Orion's stars;
A sighing wind ran faintly white
Along the willows, and the cedar boughs
Laid their wide hands in stealthy peace across
The starry silence of their antique moss:
No sound save rushing air
Cold, yet all sweet with Spring,
And in thy mother's arms, couched weeping there,
Thou, lovely thing.
Wednesday, December 3, 2014
Topic(s) of this poem: birthday
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4/19/2024 3:52:40 AM # 1.0.0.1119
A unique birthday song! Thanks for sharing!