| Harriet Monroe, ed. (18601936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917. |
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| 269. The Lonely Child |
| | | By James Oppenheim |
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| DO you think, my boy, when I put my arms around you | |
| To still your fears, | |
| That it is I who conquer the dark and the lonely night? | |
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| My arms seem to wrap love about you, | |
| As your little heart fluttering at my breast | 5 |
| Throbs love through me
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| But, dear one, it is not your father: | |
| Other arms are about you, drawing you near, | |
| And drawing the Earth near, and the Night near, | |
| And your father near
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| Some day you shall lie alone at nights, | |
| As now your father lies; | |
| And in those arms, as a leaf fallen on a tranquil stream, | |
| Drift into dreams and healing sleep. | |
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