Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, "SWING LOW, SWING LOW", by ANONYMOUS


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"SWING LOW, SWING LOW", by                    
Last Line: "my bairnie is sleeping, is sleeping"
Subject(s): Sleep


Swing low--swing low--
Now do the sleep-folk gather;
Queer little people, as you must know,
With ways that amaze us rather;
People with methods of fading away,
Safe to their country they bear us.
Hey, there! you bairnies with eyes blue or gray,
Sometimes the Sleep-people scare us!

Swing low--swing low--
This is a song for my dearie.
Faith! she insisted on music, and so,
I may sing on till I'm weary.

Swing low--swing low--
Here is a fatherly Brownie.
He comes to invite you, invite you to go,
Wrapped in Sleep's mantle so downy.
Unto the country where Brownies abound.
Where elfins are playing above you;
The queerest queer country that ever you found.
Where all of the Sleep-people love you.

Swing low--swing low--
Better be sleeping, be sleeping.
The Day-world but wearies, it wearies and so
Into the Sleep-world go creeping.

Swing low--swing low--
Sleeptime and nighttime are near us;
The little Sleep-people now flit to and fro,
They come but to greet us and cheer us.
A moment, a moment, and you shall be there,
With elfins of Slumberland cheery,
Past the world of unrest and the country of care,
My little one, little one, dearie.

Swing low--swing low--
Eyelids are creeping down--creeping,
One faint, final flutter, one flutter, and so
My bairnie is sleeping, is sleeping.





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