Little child, good child, go to sleep. The tree-toads purr and the peepers peep; Under the apple-tree grass grows deep; Little child, good child, go to sleep! Big star out in the orange west; Orioles swung in their gypsy nest; Soft wind singing what you love best; Rest till the sunrise; rest, child, rest! Swift dreams swarm in a silver flight. Hand in hand with the sleepy Night Lie down soft with your eyelids tight. Hush, child, little child! Hush.--Good-night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE EXPOSED NEST by ROBERT FROST A RED, RED ROSE by ROBERT BURNS SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON SONG by DAVID HARTLEY COLERIDGE THE IRISH RAPPAREES; A PEASANT BALLAD OF 1691 by CHARLES GAVAN DUFFY THE DAFT DAYS by ROBERT FERGUSSON LEMON PIE by EDGAR ALBERT GUEST MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 14 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI ODES: BOOK 1: ODE 12. TO SIR FRANCIS HENRY DRAKE, BARONET by MARK AKENSIDE |