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FIRELIGHT
Playing in the fire and twilight together,
My little son and I,
Suddenly—woefully—I stoop to catch him.
"Try, mother, try!"

Old Nurse Silence lifts a silent finger:
"Hush! cease your play!"
What happened? What in that tiny moment
Flew away? 1919.

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