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Destroyers and Other Verses/Lullaby

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Lullaby.

A child in the dark,
I am frightened and cold,
But the sound of your voice
Turns the shadows to gold.

At your tender rebuke
My night-terrors cease;
I lay me down gently,
Relaxed, and at peace.

The soft words you croon
Are a sovereign charm;
As a child in its cot
I am happy and warm.

Paris, 1855.