Arthur Quiller-Couch, comp. The Oxford Book of Victorian Verse. 1922.
At NightAlice Meynell (18471922)
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Hither the soft wings sweep;
Flocks of the memories of the day draw near
The dovecote doors of sleep.
Of all these homing birds?
Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight?
Your words to me, your words!