SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea, Low, low, breathe and blow, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to thee soon; Father will come to his babe in the nest, Silver sails all out of the west Under the silver moon: Sleep my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONG, FR. ERNEST MALTRAVERS by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON ABYSS by GERARD MANLEY HOPKINS SONGS ON THE VOICES OF BIRDS; SEA-MEWS IN WINTER TIME by JEAN INGELOW TO A BLOCKHEAD by ALEXANDER POPE PSALM 23 by HENRY WILLIAMS BAKER ON THE DEATH OF JAZZ by JOHN KENDRICK BANGS NATIONALITY IN DRINKS by ROBERT BROWNING THE WANDERER: 1. IN ITALY: VENICE by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON |