Sleep, sleep,--the south wind blows, Rocking the bee in the thornless rose, The baby birds have gone to bed-- The drowsy bluebell hangs her head-- Bluebell and baby--bee and rose. Sleep--the south wind softly blows; The tide ebbs--the tide flows-- Night comes--night goes; While the stars their still watch keep-- Lullaby, baby--sleep-sleep! Hush, hush, thy restless cries; Close the drowsy, bluebell eyes; On thy mother's love-warm breast Fold thy hidden wings and rest; Till the blossom-eyes unclose-- Sleep; the south wind softly blows; In the mother-heart, my rose, Love comes, but never goes-- Mother-love has tides so deep! Lullaby, baby--sleep--sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...PUSSY-WILLOW TIME by ROBERT FROST THE GIANTS OF HISTORY by JAMES GALVIN IN QUEST by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON SHE WEEPS OVER RAHOON by JAMES JOYCE THE BOSTON ATHENAEUM by AMY LOWELL A JOYFUL SONG OF FIVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD |