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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LULLABY, by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS First Line: The sun is sinking in the west Last Line: By soft moonlight. | |||
The sun is sinking in the west; The birds and bees have gone to rest And sleep, for one and all is best, Sleep, then, lovely Iris, sleep, Sweet Iris, sleep! The sunset, in the west, gleams, red; The purple clouds float, overhead; The butterflies have gone to bed; Sleep, then lovely Iris, sleep, Sweet Iris, sleep! The night sails in on silver wings; Cool breezes, in her arms, she brings And, drowsily, the cricket sings; Sleep, then, lovely Iris, sleep, Sweet Iris, sleep! The moon takes up a taper, tall, And lights her candles, large and small; Her starry candles, one and all, Sleep, then, lovely Iris, sleep, Sweet Iris, sleep! Rest and sleep till morning, On the breast of Night; All the stars look down and smile, They will guard you all the while By soft moonlight. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DE GOSPEL TRAIN by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS MY BOOKS by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS ON SEEING MICHELANGELO'S MOSES by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS SEPTEMBER by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS TO MY LITTLE SON by JULIA JOHNSON DAVIS SERVICE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD PORPHYRIA'S LOVER by ROBERT BROWNING POST-MORTEM by EMILY DICKINSON TALES OF A WAYSIDE INN: THE FIRST DAY: PAUL REVERE'S RIDE [APRIL 1775] by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |
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