Poem by Katherine Mansfield

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?

1. Night-Scented Stock
2. A New Hymn
3. The Secret
4. A Little Boy's Dream
5. A Fine Day

Bessie Parkes Firelight ("'TIS dark, and I fancy")

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