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A SONG
Sing me a sweet, low song of night
Before the moon is risen,
A song
that tells of the stars' delight
Escaped from day's bright prison,
A song
that croons with the cricket's voice,
That sleeps with the shadowed
trees,
A song that shall bid my heart rejoice
At its tender mysteries!
And then when the song is ended, love,
Bend down your head unto
me,
Whisper the word that was born above
Ere the moon had swayed the
sea;
Ere the oldest star began to shine,
Or the farthest sun to burn,
-
The oldest of words, O heart of mine,
Yet newest, and sweet to
learn.
From: Stevenson, Burton Egbert.
The Home Book of Verse.
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This collection assembled by Jone Johnson Lewis.
Collection © 1999-2002 Jone Johnson Lewis.
Citing poems from these pages:
| Author. "Poem Title." Women's History: Poems by Women. Jone Johnson Lewis, editor. URL: (date of logon) |
