There's a baby moon rocking far up in the sky, And the night-wind is blowing a soft lullaby; And down, away down, in a mossy-lined nest, Are five little birdies 'neath mother's warm breast. O hushaby, little one, sleep! Enfolded in arms that a loving hold keep, Another wee baby is rocking to sleep, A soft golden head presses close to my heart. And darkly fringed eyelids just drowsily part. O hushaby, little one, sleep! The tiny star candles are lighting the way For birdies and elves that to Sleepy Town stray. But my baby's stars are his mother's brown eyes, That love-light his path as to dreamland he hies. O hushaby, little one, sleep! The silver moon-baby sinks low in the west, The chirping is hushed in the little brown nest, And, swinging and swaying, with eyes closing fast, My little one crosses the border at last. O hush thee, my little one sleeps! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE HOUSEKEEPER by ROBERT FROST WAITING - BOTH by THOMAS HARDY BY THE STATUE OF KING CHARLES AT CHARING CROSS by LIONEL PIGOT JOHNSON KEATS (1) by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE THE MITHERLESS BAIRN by WILLIAM THOM THE BASE OF ALL METAPHYSICS by WALT WHITMAN THE SMUGGLER'S LEAP; A LEGEND OF THANET by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM |