Rock-a-by, baby, Up in a tree, Rock-a-by, baby, What can we see? Little brown cradles? Yes, that is all; Little brown cradles Never will fall. Where are the babies? Oh! they are there, Tucked in their blankets Away from the air. Dear little nurslings, Quiet all day, In their green nightgowns Folded away. North wind is piping Loud lullaby; He couldn't soften His voice, did he try. Sleep till the springtime Brightens the sky. Little leaf babies. We love you. Good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PATIENCE by PAUL HAMILTON HAYNE THE LILY IN CRYSTAL by ROBERT HERRICK SONNET: 21 by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL LITTLE JESUS by FRANCIS THOMPSON SEVEN SAD SONNETS: 6. THE WANDERING ONE MAKES MUSIC by MARY REYNOLDS ALDIS FINDING CYNTHIA IN PAIN, AND CRYING; A SONNET by PHILIP AYRES |