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Poems by Hartley Coleridge | ||
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GOOD NIGHT.
Good night, good friend, good night to thee,
Good night, sweet lady fair and free,
For the night has been a good night to me,
Though thou art come from a far countree.
Good night, sweet lady fair and free,
For the night has been a good night to me,
Though thou art come from a far countree.
Smiles soft and still, not laughter high,
Have gladdened our quiet company,
And ever and aye with a happy sigh
Thou smilest on the baby sleeping by.
Have gladdened our quiet company,
And ever and aye with a happy sigh
Thou smilest on the baby sleeping by.
See how the baby smiles in her sleep.
What dream on her soul doth lightly creep?
What fancy so pretty is playing bo-peep
With the innocent's thoughts in the fields of sleep?
What dream on her soul doth lightly creep?
What fancy so pretty is playing bo-peep
With the innocent's thoughts in the fields of sleep?
When slumbering babies smile in a dream,
'Tis their angel, as antique faith would deem,
That plays with their hearts like a moonlight beam,
Stealing through chinks to a hidden stream.
'Tis their angel, as antique faith would deem,
That plays with their hearts like a moonlight beam,
Stealing through chinks to a hidden stream.
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Good night, good night, the smile is past,
And I must say good night at last;
I am long agoing, but hark to the blast,
And the rain that patters so loud and fast.
And I must say good night at last;
I am long agoing, but hark to the blast,
And the rain that patters so loud and fast.
But I will carry sweet thought away,
To sweeten my bread for many a day,
When I think of the beautiful babe that lay
So calm yet as bright as an image of May.
To sweeten my bread for many a day,
When I think of the beautiful babe that lay
So calm yet as bright as an image of May.
Poems by Hartley Coleridge | ||