A LITTLE MEMORY
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hite in the moonlight, Wet with dew, We have known the languor Of being two.
We have been weary As children are, When over them, radiant, A stooping star,
Bends their Good-Night, Kissed and smiled:— Each was mother, Each was child.
Child, from your forehead I kissed the hair, Gently, ah, gently: And you were
Mistress and mother When on your breast I lay so safely And could rest.