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THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT, by         Recitation             Poet's Biography
First Line: The days are cold, the nights are long
Last Line: And wake when it is day.
Variant Title(s): The Cottager's Lullaby;to My Niece Dorothy, A Sleepless Baby
Subject(s): Babies; Love; Mothers; Wordsworth, Dorothy (dora) (1804-1847); Infants


The days are cold, the nights are long,
The north-wind sings a doleful song;
Then hush again upon my breast;
All merry things are now at rest,
Save thee, my pretty love!

The kitten sleeps upon the hearth;
The crickets long have ceased their mirth;
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one wee, hungry. nibbling mouse,
Then why so busy thou?

Nay! start not at that sparkling light;
'Tis but the moon that shines so bright
On the window-pane bedropped with rain:
There, little darling! sleep again,
And wake when it is day.





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