"Rock-a-by, baby, up in the tree-top!" Mother his blanket is spinning; And a light little rustle that never will stop, Breezes and boughs are beginning. Rock-a-by, baby, swinging so high! Rock-a-by! "When the wind blows, then the cradle will rock." Hush! now it stirs in the bushes; Now with a whisper, a flutter of talk, Baby and hammock it pushes. Rock-a-by, baby! shut, pretty eye! Rock-a-by! "Rock with the boughs, rock-a-by, baby, dear!" Leaf-tongues are singing and saying; Mother she listens, and sister is near, Under the tree softly playing. Rock-a-by, baby! mother's close by! Rock-a-by! Weave him a beautiful dream, little breeze! Little leaves, nestle around him! He will remember the song of the trees, When age with silver has crowned him. Rock-a-by, baby! wake by and by! Rock-a-by! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...KU KLUX by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN THE BEAUTIFUL by WILLIAM HENRY DAVIES IN A COPY OF OMAR KHAYYAM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE CLERKS by EDWIN ARLINGTON ROBINSON AN AUTUMN MORNING by TERESA LARKIN CARROLL |