Little brown baby-bird, lapped in your nest, Wrapped in your nest, Strapped in your nest, Your straight little cradle-board rocks you to rest; Its hands are your nest, Its bands are your nest; It swings from the down-bending branch of the oak; You watch the camp flame, and the curling gray smoke; But, oh, for your pretty black eyes sleep is best,-- Little brown baby of mine, go to rest. Little brown baby-bird swinging to sleep, Winging to sleep, Singing to sleep, Your wonder-black eyes that so wide open keep, Shielding their sleep, Unyielding to sleep, The heron is homing, the plover is still, The night-owl calls from his haunt on the hill, Afar the fox barks, afar the stars peep,-- Little brown baby of mine, go to sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: LYMAN KING by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CONTRA MORTEM: THE VILLAGE by HAYDEN CARRUTH MISSING THE BO IN THE HENHOUSE by HAYDEN CARRUTH A WINTER'S NIGHT by ROBERT FROST DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO A LADY WHO HAD OFFERED HIM A WREATH OF LAUREL by GEORGE SANTAYANA DEXTER GORDON: COPENHAGEN/AVERY FISHER HALL by KAREN SWENSON |