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Sleeping together… how tired you were…How warm our room… how the firelight
On walls and ceiling and great white bed!
We spoke in whispers as children do,
And now it was I—and then it was
Slept a moment, to wake—"My dear,
I'm not at all sleepy," one of us said….
Was it a thousand years ago?
I woke in your arms—you were sound asleep—And heard the pattering sound of sheep.
Softly I slipped to the floor and
To the curtained window, then, while you slept,
I watched the sheep pass by in the snow.
O flock of thoughts with their shepherd
Shivering, desolate, out in the cold,
That entered into my heart to fold!
A thousand years… was it
When we two children of far away,
Clinging close in the darkness,
Sleeping together?… How tired you were….
Katherine Mansfield
Kathleen Mansfield Murry (née Beauchamp; 14 October 1888 – 9 January 1923) was a prominent modernist writer who was born and brought up in New Z
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