Rock-a-by, baby, Up in a tree, Rock-a-by, baby, What can we see? Little brown cradles? Yes, that is all; Little brown cradles Never will fall. Where are the babies? Oh! they are there, Tucked in their blankets Away from the air. Dear little nurslings, Quiet all day, In their green nightgowns Folded away. North wind is piping Loud lullaby; He couldn't soften His voice, did he try. Sleep till the springtime Brightens the sky. Little leaf babies. We love you. Good-bye. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHILD OF MY HEART by EDWIN MARKHAM THE PLAINT OF THE CAMEL by CHARLES EDWARD CARRYL THE NIGHTINGALE AND THE GLOW-WORM by WILLIAM COWPER CURIOSITY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR KARMA by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON GOBLIN MARKET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI |