SLEEP, O my little ones, sleep, Safe till the daylight be breaking ... We have long vigils to keep, Harvests to sow while you sleep, Fair for the hour of your waking, Ripe for your sickles to reap. Sleep, O my little ones, sleep, Yours is the golden To-morrow, Yours are the hands that will reap Dreams that we sow while you sleep, Fed with our hope and our sorrow, Rich with the tears that we weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MATERNITY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON DOWN BY THE CARIB SEA: 1. SUNRISE IN THE TROPICS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER CORPORATE ENTITY by ARCHIBALD MACLEISH THE MAN WITH THE HOE OUTWITTED by EDWIN MARKHAM THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG |