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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A MORNING LULLABY, by J. A. COLL First Line: The wind is awake on the mountain's breast Last Line: And not till then, my dearie. | |||
The wind is awake on the mountain's breast And cries in the night uncheery; But dream and smile and dream and rest And slumber and dream, my dearie. Though winds that wake may blow and break The sleep of hearts aweary, Thy cares are drowned, So sweet and sound Dreams of thy sleep, my dearie. The rose is awake on the dewy lawn; She pouts and her eyes are teary; Her lips, that wait the kiss of dawn, Are low and tremble, my dearie. Yet thou dost keep thy smile in sleep As if, in laughter weary, Thy cares had slept While slumber kept Thy smile awake, my dearie. The baby birds are awake in the trees And cry in their cradles eerie Because the honey-hungry bees Have bothered the blossoms, dearie. But on my breast thy morning nest Is ever safe and cheery-- From every harm A mother's charm Will guard thee well, my dearie. The sun is awake on his cloudy bed, And dawn of the night is weary. The poppy lifts her drowsy head-- But watching, I wait, my dearie; For sunny skies and birdie eyes May open wide and cheery-- My heart will wake When thy dreams break, And not till then, my dearie. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THREE SONNETS by RICHARD WILBUR THE THREE FISHERS by CHARLES KINGSLEY JUNGLE by RICHMOND GEORGE ANTHONY THREE THINGS by JOSEPH AUSLANDER |
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