The rooks' nests do rock on the tree-top, Where few foes can stand; The martin's is high and is deep In the steep clift of sand; But thou, love, a-sleeping where footsteps Might come to thy bed, Hast father and mother to watch thee And shelter thy head. Lullaby, Lilybrow, lie asleep; Blest be thy rest. And some birds do keep under roofing Their young from the storm; And some wi' nest-broodings o' moss And o' wool, do lie warm. And we will look well to the house-roof That o'er thee might leak, And the beast that might beat on thy window Shall not smite thy cheek. Lullaby, Lilybrow, lie asleep; Blest be thy rest. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE CHILD'S FIRST GRIEF by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS SONNET ON SITTING DOWN TO READ KING LEAR ONCE AGAIN by JOHN KEATS GOD'S ACRE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW SUMMER'S LAST WILL AND TESTAMENT: A LITANY IN TIME OF PLAGUE by THOMAS NASHE ESCAPE AT BEDTIME by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON FRANCE; THE 18TH YEAR OF THESE STATES by WALT WHITMAN A FAERY SONG, SUNG BY THE PEOPLE OF FAERY OVER DIARMUID by WILLIAM BUTLER YEATS |