|
|
|
|
Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CRADLE SONG OF A SOLDIER'S WIFE, by T. T. BARKER First Line: Baby, sleep! Shadows creep Last Line: Singing by thy cradle-bed! | |||
Baby, sleep! shadows creep Down the hillsides dark and long. Slumber softly and thy dreaming May perchance have brighter seeming, For thy mother's cradle-song! Baby, sleep! low I weep, Lest I wake thee in my woe! Where the campfires gleam and quiver, Far away beside the river, Father thinks of thee, I know. Baby, sleep! angels keep Holy vigils o'er thy head! And thy mother's life seems sweeter, Griefs grow dim and joys completer, Singing by thy cradle-bed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LOVE SONNETS OF PROTEUS: 112. GIBRALTAR by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE WANDERER: 2. IN FRANCE: AUX ITALIENS by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON MOTHER'S LOVE by THOMAS BURBIDGE THE WIFE'S TREASURE by SABINE BARING-GOULD A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 27 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT BBC by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |
| |