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THE CHILD ASLEEP
Lilybabe, you want to go
To a world away from mother
Where the velvet waters flow
Soundlessly to one another
Through enchanted Faraway.
Evening eyelids, evening breast,
Tell me you must wander west
In a maze of mystery,
While, methinks, your lips confess
Neither breath nor breathlessness,
Lilybabe.
To a world away from mother
Where the velvet waters flow
Soundlessly to one another
Through enchanted Faraway.
Evening eyelids, evening breast,
Tell me you must wander west
In a maze of mystery,
While, methinks, your lips confess
Neither breath nor breathlessness,
Lilybabe.
Glad were I to see you go,
Lilybabe, upon this travel,
Could the water noisier flow
Over beds of ruby gravel
In the streams of Faraway.
But heartbreakingly you lie
Past the power to move or sigh,
Till my very spirit bleeds
From the fear that Wonder's foam
Never more will drift you home,
Lilybabe.
Lilybabe, upon this travel,
Could the water noisier flow
Over beds of ruby gravel
In the streams of Faraway.
But heartbreakingly you lie
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Till my very spirit bleeds
From the fear that Wonder's foam
Never more will drift you home,
Lilybabe.
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