C. N. MILEHAMAdelantado de la Poesía

Mi Papá a la noche

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As a young boy with a vivid imagination Each sound a wight, a wolf, an evil sprite In the woods with his father meekly, meekly Upon the night Tyger tyger gleaming bright Go gently into the night Starry, starry Illumines the night Quietly, quietly The silence Steals the light Quietly, kindly Mi papa, the lamb- Gone into that gentle night