Harriet Monroe, ed. (1860–1936). The New Poetry: An Anthology. 1917.
The Lonely Child
By James Oppenheim
D
To still your fears,
That it is I who conquer the dark and the lonely night?
As your little heart fluttering at my breast
Throbs love through me …
Other arms are about you, drawing you near,
And drawing the Earth near, and the Night near,
And your father near.…
As now your father lies;
And in those arms, as a leaf fallen on a tranquil stream,
Drift into dreams and healing sleep.