Now silent falls the clacking mill; Sweet -- sweeter smells the briar; The dew wells big on bud and twig; The glow-worm's wrapt in fire. Then sing, lully, lullay, with me, And softly, lill-lall-lo, love, 'Tis high time, and wild time, And no time, no, love! The Western sky has vailed her rose; The night-wind to the willow Sigheth, 'Now lovely, lean thy head, Thy tresses be my pillow!' Then sing, lully, lullay, with me, And softly, lill-lall-lo, love, 'Tis high time, and wild time, And no time, no, love! Cries in the brake, bells in the sea: The moon o'er moor and mountain Cruddles her light from height to height, Bedazzles pool and fountain. Leap, fox; hoot, owl; wail, warbler sweet: 'Tis midnight now's a-brewing; The fairy mob is all abroad, And witches at their wooing. . . Then sing, lully, lullay, with me, And softly, lill-lall-lo, love, 'Tis high time, and wild time, And no time, no, love. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...APPRECIATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH TEARS IN SLEEP by LOUISE BOGAN SPRING QUIET by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI PEG OF LIMAVADDY by WILLIAM MAKEPEACE THACKERAY WHEN I WAS YOUNG by IRMA TIBBETTS ANDREWS TO A MATTABASSETT (A CONNECTICUT INDIAN) by WALTER BARDECK |