Hush! lulla, lullaby! So mother sings; For hearken, 'tis the midnight bell that rings. But, darling, not thy mother's bell in this: St. Lucy's priests it calls to prayer, I wis. St. Lucy gave thee eyes--a matchless pair-- And gave the Magdalen her golden hair; Thy cheeks their hue from heaven's angels have; Her little loving mouth St. Martha gave. Love's mouth, sweet mouth, that Florence hath for home, Now tell me where love springs, and how doth come? ... With music and with song doth love arise. And then its end it hath in tears and sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EVERYONE KNOWS WHOM THE SAVED ENVY by JAMES GALVIN CHAMBER MUSIC: 35 by JAMES JOYCE THE MARRIAGE (1) by TIMOTHY LIU TO-MORROW TO FRESH WOODS AND PASTURES NEW' by AMY LOWELL GIANT RED WOMAN by CLARENCE MAJOR THE JOY OF THE HILLS by EDWIN MARKHAM REMBRANDT TO REMBRANDT by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON |