| Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). Poetry: A Magazine of Verse. 1912–22. | | | | The Dream Gift | | By Frances Shaw |
| | | REST, little child, on thy mother’s knee. | |
| Softly she sings and weaves for thee, | |
| Swift are her fingers over thy head, | |
| Filmy and fine is the shining thread. | |
| Sleep, my babe, while I weave and spin | 5 |
| A little dream to wrap thee in. | |
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| Rest, little child, beneath the vines; | |
| Shadow and gleam in the warp she twines: | |
| So shall the garment, when it is done, | |
| Shield thee from cold and from the sun. | 10 |
| Sleep, my babe, while I weave and spin | |
| A little dream to wrap thee in. | |
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| Rest, little one, the petals fall; | |
| Thy mother broiders with them all: | |
| A fragrance to the mantle clings | 15 |
| Which thou shalt bear at court of kings. | |
| Sleep, my babe, while I weave and spin | |
| A little dream to wrap thee in. | |
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| Hush thee, my own, from out the bloom | |
| Bright wings have swept across the loom: | 20 |
| Thy trailing raiment this shall be | |
| When back to heaven they welcome thee. | |
| Sleep, my babe, while I weave and spin | |
| A little dream to wrap thee in. | | | | |
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