BREEZES in the tree-tops high, Sighing softly as you blow, Sing a restful lullaby; Sing the sweetest song you know, Something slow, something low, -- Lulla-lullaby. Barley heads and crested wheat, Swaying gently to and fro, Sing the music of the heat, Sing the drowsiest song you know, Something slow, something low, -- Lulla-lullaby. Brooklet hidden in the grass, Murmuring faintly as you flow, Sing a sleep song while you pass; Sing the dreamiest song you know, Something slow, something low, -- Lulla-lullaby. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUNSET: ST. LOUIS by SARA TEASDALE VIGNETTES OVERSEAS: 7. ROME by SARA TEASDALE ISADORA DUNCAN DANCING 'IPHIGENIA IN AULIS' by LOUIS UNTERMEYER JOHANNES AGRICOLA IN MEDITATION by ROBERT BROWNING MERCILES BEAUTE; A TRIPLE ROUNDEL: 3. ESCAPE by GEOFFREY CHAUCER |