Come, little one with drowsy eyes, The tree-tops are bare and brown. Where are the blossoms, the beautiful things, That fluttered all summer on silken wings? Blooming in Lullaby-town! Where is the path, too, to Lullaby-town, And how must the baby go? Down from the sky, in its postman's gray, Some wee, snowy messages float this way, They'll tell us the road, I know. What shall we find in this unknown land, And what will the baby see? Brownies, and fairies and elves, I guess. Gay little dreams, in their holiday dress, Toys, and a Christmas tree! Come, little one with the drowsy eyes, Lullaby-town's a-glee; Faster the little white messages fall, Louder the little brown chickadees call, Come where they wait for thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE NATIVE LAND by FRANCISCO DE ALDANA EMBLEMS OF LOVE: 29. ALL NOT WORTH A REWARD by PHILIP AYRES CASSANDRA by RICHARD BARNFIELD WISCONSIN by CORA BLAKESLEE BEEBE THROUGH; A VISION OF VICTORY by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON |