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Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936).  Poetry: A Magazine of Verse.  1912–22.
By Harriet Monroe
MY little one, sleep softly
  Among the toys and flowers.
Sleep softly, O my first-born son,
  Through all the long dark hours.
And if you waken far away        5
  I shall be wandering too.
If far away you run and play
  My heart must follow you.
Sleep softly, O my baby,
  And smile down in your sleep.        10
Here are red rose-buds for your bed—
  Smile, and I will not weep.
We made our pledge—you did not fear
  To go—why then should I?
Though long you sleep, I shall be near;        15
  So hush—we must not cry.
Sleep softly, dear one, softly—
  They can not part us now;
Forever rest here on my breast,
  My kiss upon your brow.        20
What though they hide a little grave
  With dream-flowers false or true?
What difference? We will just be brave
  Together—I and you.

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