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Weaning

With a cheek of velvet
  To my shoulder pressed;
Sitting in the moonlight,
  Soothing babe to rest.

Rocking in the moonlight,
  Sitting up in bed.
Bear the milk untasted
  Away with careful tread.

Little tear drops falling
  On my neck like rain,
Baby's heart most broken,
  Sobbing all in vain.

Now his eyes are closing,
  Hush my very heart;
Move him gently—gently,
  See that frightened start?

Tuck the covers softly
  Round the dimpled feet;
Poor, wee, troubled darling
  Sighing in his sleep.

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