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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
NORSE LULLABY, by EUGENE FIELD Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: The sky is dark and the hills are white Last Line: Sleep, little one, sleep. | |||
The sky is dark and the hills are white, As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night; And this is the song the storm-king sings, As over the world his cloak he flings: "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;" He rustles his wings, and gruffly sings: "Sleep, little one, sleep." On yonder mountainside a vine Clings at the foot of a mother pine; The tree bends over the trembling thing, And only the vine can hear her sing: "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep-- What shall you fear when I am here? Sleep, little one, sleep." The king may sing in his bitter flight, The tree may croon to the vine to-night, But the little snow flake at my breast Liketh the song I sing the best-- Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; Weary thou art, a-next my heart; Sleep, little one, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DIBDIN'S GHOST by EUGENE FIELD JEST 'FORE CHRISTMAS by EUGENE FIELD LITTLE BOY BLUE by EUGENE FIELD NIGHTFALL IN DORDRECHT by EUGENE FIELD THE DINKEY-BIRD by EUGENE FIELD THE LITTLE PEACH by EUGENE FIELD THE SUGAR-PLUM TREE by EUGENE FIELD |
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