Poems (Mansfield)/Firelight

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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 momentFlew away? 1919.
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