Sleep, sleep, sleep! All nature now is steeping Her sons in sleep,--their eyelids close, All living things in sweet repose Are sleeping, sleeping. Sleep, baby, sleep! Peace o'er thee watch be keeping, If from my bosom thou art torn, Low in the grave I'll lie forlorn, Sleeping, ah, sleeping. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEST [THING IN THE WORLD] by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING A HYMN; AFTER READING 'LEAD, KINDLY LIGHT' by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR RAIN-SONGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR A THOUGHT IN TWO MOODS by THOMAS HARDY UPON MY LADY CARLISLE'S WALKING IN HAMPTON COURT GARDEN by JOHN SUCKLING |