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...THE BEAST OF BURDEN by MARIANNE MOORE CHARLES AUGUSTUS FORTESCUE by HILAIRE BELLOC OLNEY HYMNS: 9. THE CONTRITE HEART by WILLIAM COWPER THE CAGED GOLDFINCH by THOMAS HARDY |