Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LULLABY, by BURGES JOHNSON Poet's Biography First Line: Lie still, my little one, shadows are falling Last Line: Mother is near to theesleep, darling, sleep. Subject(s): Children; Mothers; Sleep; Childhood | ||||||||
Lie still, my little one, shadows are falling, Closing thy wide-open, wondering eyes; Hark how the voices of dreamland are calling Sweet to my little one here where she lies. Hushaby, baby mine, shadows grow deep; Shut those blue eyes of thine, lie still and sleep. Naught is affrighting thee, dreams are inviting thee, Mother is near to theesleep, darling, sleep. What dost thou see in thy faraway gazing? What dost thou say in that cooing of thine? In thy strange tongue is it wisdom amazing, Wise little visitor, baby of mine? Raindrops are pattering, lull thee to rest; Birds are all scattering each to its nest. Darkness enfolding thee, mother is holding thee, Angels are guarding theerest, darling, rest. Drowsy, my little one? Twilight is darkening, Birds are all twittering sweetly good night; Whisper thy dreams to me, mother is hearkening, Listening over thee, clasping thee tight. Lullaby, little one, sweet be thy sleep; Hushaby, pretty one, slumbering deep. Darkness may cover thee, angels watch over thee, Mother is near to theesleep, darling, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE A BABY AT THE PARTY by BURGES JOHNSON |
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