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 voiceTurns the shadows to gold.
At your tender rebukeMy night-terrors cease;I lay me down gently,Relaxed, and at peace.
The soft words you croonAre a sovereign charm;As a child in its cotI am happy and warm.
Paris, 1855.
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