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    A night of a birth is described, where the stars of Orion rocked in the darkness and a faint sighing wind blew through willows and cedar boughs. The only sounds were the rushing air, sweet with the coming of spring, and the weeping of a newborn baby cradled in its mother's arms. The poem evokes the quiet beauty and mystery of a birthnight under the stars.

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    A night of a birth is described, where the stars of Orion rocked in the darkness and a faint sighing wind blew through willows and cedar boughs. The only sounds were the rushing air, sweet with the coming of spring, and the weeping of a newborn baby cradled in its mother's arms. The poem evokes the quiet beauty and mystery of a birthnight under the stars.

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    A night of a birth is described, where the stars of Orion rocked in the darkness and a faint sighing wind blew through willows and cedar boughs. The only sounds were the rushing air, sweet with the coming of spring, and the weeping of a newborn baby cradled in its mother's arms. The poem evokes the quiet beauty and mystery of a birthnight under the stars.

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    The Birthnight 25/09/2018, 08*56

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    The Birthnight
    Dearest, it was a night
    That in its darkness rocked Orion’s stars;
    A sighing wind ran faintly white
    Along the willows, and the cedar boughs
    Laid their wide hands in stealthy peace across
    The starry silence of their antique moss:
    No sound save rushing air
    Cold, yet all sweet with Spring,
    And in thy mother’s arms, couched weeping there,
    Thou, lovely thing.

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    This poem is in the public domain.

    About this Poem:

    “The Birthnight” was published in de la Mare’s Collected Poems: 1901-1918, Vol. I (H. Holt
    and Company, 1920).

    Author:

    Walter de la Mare

    https://www.poets.org/print/node/425431 Page 1 of 2

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