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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HIS CHILD, by NINA DUFFY
First Line: I wait his return at even
Last Line: For they enfold his child.
Subject(s): Children; Childhood
First Line: I wait his return at even
Last Line: For they enfold his child.
Subject(s): Children; Childhood
I wait his return at even
As the rose light tints the west,
While a little head with flaxen curls
Nestles fondly against my breast.
A tiny life -- pure as the blossoms
That grow by the wayside -- wild,
Ah! the priceless treasure in my arms
For they enfold his child.
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