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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CRADLE SONG OF A SOLDIER'S WIFE, by T. T. BARKER First Line: Baby, sleep! Shadows creep Last Line: Singing by thy cradle-bed! | |||
Baby, sleep! shadows creep Down the hillsides dark and long. Slumber softly and thy dreaming May perchance have brighter seeming, For thy mother's cradle-song! Baby, sleep! low I weep, Lest I wake thee in my woe! Where the campfires gleam and quiver, Far away beside the river, Father thinks of thee, I know. Baby, sleep! angels keep Holy vigils o'er thy head! And thy mother's life seems sweeter, Griefs grow dim and joys completer, Singing by thy cradle-bed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PANDOSTO, THE TRIUMPH OF TIME: IN PRAISE OF HIS BEST-BELOVED FAWNIA by ROBERT GREENE A LETTER TO LADY [MISS] MARGARET-CAVANDISH-HOLLES-HARLEY, WHEN A CHILD by MATTHEW PRIOR NIOBE: INEXORABLE DEATH by AESCHYLUS THE FOUNTAIN by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II |
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