SLEEP, O my little ones, sleep, Safe till the daylight be breaking ... We have long vigils to keep, Harvests to sow while you sleep, Fair for the hour of your waking, Ripe for your sickles to reap. Sleep, O my little ones, sleep, Yours is the golden To-morrow, Yours are the hands that will reap Dreams that we sow while you sleep, Fed with our hope and our sorrow, Rich with the tears that we weep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MEMOIR OF A PROUD BOY by CARL SANDBURG TO MUSIC [TO BECALM HIS FEVER] by ROBERT HERRICK WHEN I BUY PICTURES by MARIANNE MOORE THE LIGHT OF OTHER DAYS by THOMAS MOORE CARLYLE AND EMERSON by MONTGOMERY SCHUYLER PROSOPOPOIA, OR MOTHER HUBBERDS TALE by EDMUND SPENSER |