Love
Late
From The Singing Leaves (1903)
Love
My father brought somebody up,
To show us all asleep.
They came as softly up the stairs
As you could creep.
They whispered in the doorway there
And looked at us awhile.
I had my eyes shut up, but I
Could feel him smile.
I shut my eyes up close, and lay
As still as I could keep;
Because I knew he wanted us
To be asleep.
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MLA
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Late.” Poetry Codex, poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/33/.
Chicago
Peabody, Josephine Preston. “Late.” Poetry Codex. https://poetrycodex.com/poem/peabody/33/.
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