Sweet, my child, in slumber lie, Father's dead, is dead and gone. Sleep then, sleep, my little son, Sleep, my son, and lullaby. Thou for kisses dost not cry, Which thy cheeks he heaped upon. Sleep then, sleep, my pretty one, Sleep, my child, and lullaby. We are lonely, thou and I, And with grief and fear I faint. Sleep, then, sleep, my little saint, Sleep, my child, and lullaby. Why dost weep? No father night. Ah, my God! tears break his rest. Darling, nestle to my breast, Sleep, my child, and lullaby. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...WHAT THING A BIRD WOULD LOVE by ROBERT FROST THE YOUNG WARRIOR by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: JONAS KEENE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS AN EVANGELIST'S WIFE by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON RHYMES OF THE DAY by GEORGE SANTAYANA HYBRIDS OF WAR: A MORALITY POEM: 4. THE MORAL by KAREN SWENSON |