University of Virginia Library


74

A LULLABY.

Sleep, my darling, sleep!
Thunders the pitiless storm:
Fiercely at window and door
Wrestle the winds and roar:
Thy slumber is deep and warm.
Sleep, my darling, sleep!
Sleep, my baby, sleep!
Over thy beautiful head,
Lightly, softly, and close,
Sweeter than lily or rose,
Thy mother's kisses are shed.
Sleep, my baby, sleep!
Sleep, my darling, sleep!
Safe in these arms, my own,
Summer shall wrap thee round;
Never harsh touch or sound
Break through that charmèd zone.
Sleep, then, darling, sleep!
Sleep, my angel, sleep!
Nestle against my heart,
Sunk in a golden calm,—
Delicate, breathing of balm,
All my heaven thou art.
Sleep, my angel, sleep!