At Night

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Title:     At Night
Author: Alice Meynell [More Titles by Meynell]

Home, home from the horizon far and clear,
Hither the soft wings sweep;
Flocks of the memories of the day draw near
The dovecote doors of sleep.

O which are they that come through sweetest light
Of all these homing birds?
Which with the straightest and the swiftest flight?
Your words to me, your words!

[The end]
Alice Meynell's poem: At Night

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