Laugh, laugh, Laugh gently through, For leaves do so, When the great boughs, to and fro, Cradle the birds on the tops of the trees; Gently they laugh for the love of these. Sleep, sleep, Sleep lightly through, For birds do so, Rocked by great boughs to and fro; With wind in their feathers, their dreams have wings And they visit the gardens of fabulous kings. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LAUS VENERIS (A PICTURE BY BURNE-JONES) by LOUISE CHANDLER MOULTON THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 57. TRUE WOMAN, HER LOVE by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI A DESCRIPTION OF A CITY SHOWER by JONATHAN SWIFT TITA'S TEARS; A FANTASY by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH |