Sleep baby mine, desire, nurse beauty singeth; Thy cries, O baby, set mine head on aching: The babe cries "way, thy love doth keep me waking." Lully, lully, my babe, hope cradle bringeth Unto my children alway good rest taking: The babe cries "way, thy love doth keep me waking." Since baby mine, from me thy watching springeth, Sleep then a little, pap content is making: The babe cries "nay, for that abide I waking." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE LITTLE BLACK BOY, FR. SONGS OF INNOCENCE by WILLIAM BLAKE ROBERT OF LINCOLN by WILLIAM CULLEN BRYANT TIRED TIM by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE INTELLECT by RALPH WALDO EMERSON GREEK SONG: 1. THE STORM OF DELPHI by FELICIA DOROTHEA HEMANS THE OLD CHURCHYARD OF BONCHURCH by PHILIP BOURKE MARSTON |