The Poetry Corner

A Little Memory

By Aldous Leonard Huxley

White in the moonlight, Wet with dew, We have known the languor Of being two. We have been weary As children are, When over them, radiant, A stooping star, Bends their Good-Night, Kissed and smiled:-- Each was mother, Each was child. Child, from your forehead I kissed the hair, Gently, ah, gently: And you were Mistress and mother When on your breast I lay so safely And could rest.