 | Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet |  |
LULLABY.
Sleep, my angels, side by sideTill the morrow's coming;
Till the rosebuds open wide
At the brown bee's humming:
Clover-spice and butterfly,
Faithful in the meadows,
Stay where mottled cattle sigh
In the cooling shadows.
Angel rosebuds, dream and wait
Till the sun is peeping
At my maid and at her mate,
Rosebud angels, sleeping.
| Here be blue and white violets from the garden wherein grew meadowsweet | |