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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
HARVEST SLUMBER SONG, by WILLIAM WILFRED CAMPBELL Poet's Biography
First Line: Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep
Last Line: Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep.
Alternate Author Name(s): Campbell, W. W.
Subject(s): Babies
First Line: Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep
Last Line: Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep.
Alternate Author Name(s): Campbell, W. W.
Subject(s): Babies
Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep,
Red is the moon in the night's still deep,
White are the stars with their silver wings
Folded in dreamings of beautiful things,
And over their cradle the night wind sings,
Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep.
Soft in the lap of the mother night
The wee baby stars, all glowing and bright,
Flutter their silver wings and crow
To the watchful winds that kiss as they blow
Round the air-cradle that swings so low
Down in the lap of the mother night.
Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep, sleep,
Red is the moon in the night's still deep,
And the wee baby stars are all folded and kissed
In a luminous cradle of silver mist;
And if ever they waken the winds cry, Whist,
Sleep, little baby, sleep, sleep.
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