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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A ROMANY LULLABY, by EDITH DE CHARMS First Line: Hushaby! Hushaby! Sheep-bells are tinkling Last Line: Hushaby! Lullaby! Sleep while I croon. | |||
Hushaby! Hushaby! Sheep-bells are tinkling. Long lie the shadows on meadow and fold, Brooks babble drowsily, while crocus-blossoms Nod o'er the ripples their night-caps of gold. Baby, now hushaby! List to my singing, Songs that thy grandmother learnt from the moon, Sang to thy mother thus wakeful before thee, Sleep in thy turn, baby! sleep while I croon! Hushaby! Hushaby! Flickering camp-fires Redden the dewdrops on meadow and fold; White moths brush lightly thy cheek as they hover, Brushing my cheek are thy lashes of gold. Baby, now hushaby! Sleep to my singing! Cold lie the sheep underneath the white moon, Warmly my little bird nestles beside me Hushaby! lullaby! Sleep while I croon. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...NO COMING TO GOD WITHOUT CHRIST by ROBERT HERRICK THE BOOK TO THE READER by WILLIAM BOSWORTH FIRST MUSICIAN'S SONG, FR. LAODICE AND DANAE by GORDON BOTTOMLEY NATIONALITY IN DRINKS by ROBERT BROWNING THE EMPIRE STATE by LUCY BURGMAN CORA LINN, OR THE FALLS OF CLYDE by THOMAS CAMPBELL THE VICTORY OF PERRY by ALICE CARY MARI MAGNO; OR TALES ON BOARD: MY TALE by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |
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