No need to hush the children for her sake, Or fear their play: She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake. 'Tis the long sleep, the deep long sleep she'll take, Betide what may. No need to hush the children for her sake; Even if their glee could yet again outbreak So loud and gay. She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake. But sorrow a thought have they of merry-make This many a day. No need to hush the children for her sake, So still they bide and sad her heart would ache At their dismay. She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake To bid them laugh, and if some angel spake Small heed they'd pay. No need to hush the children for her sake. She will not wake, mavrone, she will not wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SWEET LULLABY by NICHOLAS BRETON TO R.K. by JAMES KENNETH STEPHEN IMPRESSIONS: LA FUITE DE LA LUNE by OSCAR WILDE FANCY AND IMAGINATION by BERNARD BARTON OFF BARNEGAT by ETHEL LYNN BEERS BOOKS ET VERITAS by WILLIAM ROSE BENET THE BATTLE OF VIENNA by SEYMOUR GREEN WHEELER BENJAMIN |