No need to hush the children for her sake, Or fear their play: She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake. 'Tis the long sleep, the deep long sleep she'll take, Betide what may. No need to hush the children for her sake; Even if their glee could yet again outbreak So loud and gay. She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake. But sorrow a thought have they of merry-make This many a day. No need to hush the children for her sake, So still they bide and sad her heart would ache At their dismay. She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake To bid them laugh, and if some angel spake Small heed they'd pay. No need to hush the children for her sake. She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FOR CHARLIE'S SAKE by JOHN WILLIAMSON PALMER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 8. TO MINNIE (WITH A HAND-GLASS) by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON THE TWO APRIL MORNINGS by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH A DREAM OF DEATH by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS THE CLOUDED SOUL by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA MY LITTLE CAPE COD MAIDEN by KATHERINE FINNIGAN ANDERSON SHADOWS OF RECOLLECTION by WILLIAM EDMONSTOUNE AYTOUN |