SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO THE UNITED STATES OF AMERICA by ROBERT SEYMOUR BRIDGES MY GARDEN by THOMAS EDWARD BROWN IN DISPRAISE OF THE MOON by MARY ELIZABETH COLERIDGE WASTED HOURS by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 8 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI NIOBE: THE GODS' CHILDREN by AESCHYLUS TIGER LILIES by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH THREE SONGS OF LOVE (CHINESE FASHION): 3. LOVE CALL by WILLIAM A. BEATTY |