We've wandered all about the upland fallows, We've watched the rabbits at their play, But now good-night, good-bye to soaring swallows, Now good-night, good-bye, dear day. Poppy heads are closing fast, pigeons circle home at last, Sleep, Liebchen, sleep, the bats are calling; Pansies never miss the light, but sweet babes must sleep at night; Sleep, Liebchen, sleep, the dew is falling. Even the wind among the quiet willows Rests, and the sea is silent too. See soft white linen, cool, such cool white pillows Wait in the darkling room for you. All the little chicks are still, now the moon peeps down the hill, Sleep, Liebchen, sleep, the owls are hooting, Ships have hung their lanthorns out, little mice dare creep about, Sleep, Liebchen, sleep, the stars are shooting. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TO A BLUEBELL by EMILY JANE BRONTE A BORDER AFFAIR by CHARLES BADGER CLARK JR. THE DARKLING THRUSH by THOMAS HARDY A CHRISTMAS FOLK-SONG by LIZETTE WOODWORTH REESE ON THE DEATH OF THE REV. MR. GEORGE WHITEFIELD, 1770 by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |