Swung in the hollows of the deep, While silver stars their watches keep, Sleep, my seabird, sleep! Our boat the glistening fishes fill, Our prow turns homeward--hush, be still; Sleep, my seabird, sleep-- Sleep, sleep. The wind is springing from out the West, Nestle thee deeper in mother's breast, Rest, my seabird, rest! There is no sea our boat could whelm While thy brave father is at the helm, Rest, my seabird, rest-- Rest, rest. The foam flies past us like beaten cream, The waves break over, the fierce winds scream; Dream, my seabird, dream! Dream of the cot, where high and low, Crimson and white, the roses blow; Dream, my seabird, dream-- Dream, dream. What though the tempest is on the deep? Heaven will guard thee--do not weep; Sleep, my seabird, sleep! Be brave as a fisherman's child should be, Rocked in the hollows of the sea, Sleep, my seabird, sleep-- Sleep, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT ELLIS ISLAND by MARGARET LIVINGSTON CHANLER ALDRICH A MOOD by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH ON MR. FREDERICK PORTER'S ROOM OF PICTURES, 1930 by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE PIRATEER by HARRY RANDOLPH BLYTHE HECTOR IN THE GARDEN by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING |