THE maple strews the embers of its leaves O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves; And the moody cricket falters in his cry -- Baby-bye! -- And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky -- Baby-bye! -- The lid of night is falling o'er the sky! The rose is lying pallid, and the cup Of the frosted calla-lily folded up; And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh -- Baby-bye! -- O'er the sleeping blooms of Summer where they lie -- Baby-bye! -- O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie! Yet, Baby -- O my Baby, for your sake This heart of mine is ever wide awake, And my love may never droop a drowsy eye -- Baby-bye! -- Till your own are wet above me when I die -- Baby-bye! -- Till your own are wet above me when I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE SOLDIER GOING TO THE FIELD by WILLIAM DAVENANT THE SCRIBE by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE SUNSET AND SUNRISE by EMILY DICKINSON ITALY SWEET TOO! by JOHN KEATS THE WELL OF ST. KEYNE by ROBERT SOUTHEY HELTER SKELTER; OR, THE HUE AND CRY AFTER THE ATTORNEYS by JONATHAN SWIFT YOU LINGERING SPARSE LEAVES OF ME by WALT WHITMAN |