Night shades are falling, gone is the day; The birds have settled to rest. You are tired of your play; put the toys all away, And lay your head on Mother's breast. Goldilocks, now while Mother rocks, Drift to the land of sleep, Upon the breast, child's haven of rest, Of one, who a watch o'er you'll keep. In the far off years will mem'ry bring tears Of the crooned songs you here listen to; Songs you now hear and home scenes so dear, Will oft be recalled by you. Little tot, you're guarded, young and pure, With a mother's tender love -- The love always so sure, to forever endure, Like the love that comes from above. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DAUGHTERS OF JEPHTHA by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE MYSTIC'S VISION by MATHILDE BLIND LILAC: FIRST EMOTIONS OF LOVE by ROBERT BURNS CANZONET: TO HIS COY LOVE by MICHAEL DRAYTON PORTRAIT BY A NEIGHBOR by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY THE TABLES TURNED by WILLIAM WORDSWORTH |