Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee, And soft the snow-white fleece enfolds thee; In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping. Where branching boughs to the winds are sweeping. Shuheen sho, lulo lo! When mothers languish broken-hearted, When young wives are from husbands parted, Ah! little think the keeners lonely They weep some time-worn fairy only. Shuheen sho, lulo lo! Within our magic halls of brightness Trips many a foot of snowy whiteness; Stolen maidens, queens of fairy, And kings and chiefs a sleagh shie airy. Shuheen sho, lulo lo! Rest thee, babe! I love thee dearly, And as thy mortal mother nearly; Ours is the swiftest steed and proudest, That moves where the tramp of the host is loudest; Shuheen sho, lulo lo! Rest thee, babe! for soon thy slumbers Shall flee at the magic Keol-shie's numbers; In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping, Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping; Shuheen sho, lulo lo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE WAY OF THE CONVENTICLE OF THE TREES by HAYDEN CARRUTH IMAGINARY ANCESTORS: THE GIRAFFE WOMAN OF BURMA by MADELINE DEFREES FRAGMENT by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MONADNOCK IN EARLY SPRING by AMY LOWELL DOMESDAY BOOK: DR. TRACE TO THE CORONER by EDGAR LEE MASTERS DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS ELEGY: THE GHOST WHOSE LIPS WERE WARM; FOR GEOFFREY GORER by EDITH SITWELL |