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Night's Done

Are these mere baby's eyes That claim all starry skies their own? There is no crown here but a soft brown down for king or queenly sign. One finger points, puts out Mars; One calm palm pats the moon. Baby smiles, and we know night's done soon. Done soon? Done now! Shade eclipsed by radiant lips and brow, By smile mild face that leaves no trace in ours Of sorrow's powers or twilight hours. Some fools be wait till day to see light; We but see our baby----the sun is bright.

Copyright © | Year Posted 2008




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