Come, little one with drowsy eyes, The tree-tops are bare and brown. Where are the blossoms, the beautiful things, That fluttered all summer on silken wings? Blooming in Lullaby-town! Where is the path, too, to Lullaby-town, And how must the baby go? Down from the sky, in its postman's gray, Some wee, snowy messages float this way, They'll tell us the road, I know. What shall we find in this unknown land, And what will the baby see? Brownies, and fairies and elves, I guess. Gay little dreams, in their holiday dress, Toys, and a Christmas tree! Come, little one with the drowsy eyes, Lullaby-town's a-glee; Faster the little white messages fall, Louder the little brown chickadees call, Come where they wait for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...BIRTHDAY POEM FOR THOMAS HARDY by CECIL DAY LEWIS MUSIC IN THE NIGHT by HARRIET PRESCOTT SPOFFORD DEATH AT DAYBREAK by ANNE REEVE ALDRICH MAGDALEN by GEORGE KENYON ASHENDON THE YEARS TO BE by WILLIAM ROSE BENET SICK BED by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN EPIGRAM ON THE BRAZIERS' COMPANY HAVING RESOLVED by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |