A LITTLE MEMORY

White in the moonlight,

Wet with dew,

We have known the languor

Of being two.

We have been weary

As children are,

When over them, radiant,

A stooping star,

Bends their Good-Night,

Kissed and smiled:—

Each was mother,

Each was child.

Child, from your forehead

I kissed the hair,

Gently, ah, gently:

And you were

Mistress and mother

When on your breast

I lay so safely

And could rest.