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To a Child

The leaves talked in the twilight, dear;
Hearken the tale they told:
How in some far-off place and year,
Before the world grew old,

I was a dreaming forest tree,
You were a wild, sweet bird

Who sheltered at the heart of me
Because the north wind stirred;

How, when the chiding gale was still,
When peace fell soft on fear,
You stayed one golden hour to fill
My dream with singing, dear.
To-night the self-same songs are sung
The first green forest heard;
My heart and the gray world grow young—
To shelter you, my bird.

Sophie Jewett
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On May 13th, 2012 08:13 pm (UTC), curieuse commented:
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On May 16th, 2012 02:06 am (UTC), ticklethepear replied:
I'd heard of her but didn't know of her background - even more poignant.
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