Lullaby, sweet baby mine! Mother spins the threads so fine; Father o'er the long bridge has gone, Shoes he'll buy for little John, Pretty shoes with buckles bright. Sleep, baby mine, now sleep all night. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...POETS ARE BORN NOT MADE by ROBERT FROST HER EYES TWIN POOLS by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON TUNICA PALLIO PROPRIOR by MARIANNE MOORE THE POET (2) by ISAAC ROSENBERG DEEP IN THE NIGHT by SARA TEASDALE NOVEMBER STARS by SARA TEASDALE SWALLOW FLIGHT by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 9. VILLA SEBELLONI, BELLAGGIO by SARA TEASDALE |