I saw a sweet and seemly sight, A blissful maid, blossom bright, That moaning made and mirth of mange, A maiden mother, meek and mild, In cradle keep a knave child That softly slept; she sat and sang, "Lullay, lullow, lully, lullay, lully, lully, lully, lully, lully, Lullow, lully, lullay, baw, baw, My Bairn, sleep softly now." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THOSE EVENING BELLS by THOMAS MOORE THE MOCKING-BIRD by FRANK LEBBY STANTON DRAB BONNETS by BERNARD BARTON HIS ALLY by WILLIAM ROSE BENET RESIGNATION by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE ON THE AUTHOR'S BIRTHDAY by ISAAC HAWKINS BROWNE THE RING AND THE BOOK: BOOK 12. THE BOOK AND THE RING by ROBERT BROWNING |