Classic and Contemporary Poetry
LULLABY, by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The maple strews the embers of its leaves Last Line: Till your own are wet above me when I die. Alternate Author Name(s): Johnson Of Boone, Benj. F. Subject(s): Babies; Sleep; Infants | ||||||||
THE maple strews the embers of its leaves O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves; And the moody cricket falters in his cry -- Baby-bye! -- And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky -- Baby-bye! -- The lid of night is falling o'er the sky! The rose is lying pallid, and the cup Of the frosted calla-lily folded up; And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh -- Baby-bye! -- O'er the sleeping blooms of Summer where they lie -- Baby-bye! -- O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie! Yet, Baby -- O my Baby, for your sake This heart of mine is ever wide awake, And my love may never droop a drowsy eye -- Baby-bye! -- Till your own are wet above me when I die -- Baby-bye! -- Till your own are wet above me when I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A POET TO HIS BABY SON by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON BABYHOOD by ELIZABETH AKERS ALLEN INFANCY by EDMUND JOHN ARMSTRONG BALLAD OF THE LAYETTE by WAYNE KOESTENBAUM A TOAST FOR LITTLE IRON MIKE by PAUL MARIANI THE PAMPERING OF LEORA by THYLIAS MOSS ONE FOR ALL NEWBORNS by THYLIAS MOSS IN THE THRIVING SEASON by LISEL MUELLER A BOY'S MOTHER by JAMES WHITCOMB RILEY |
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