The birdies may sleep, but the winds must wake Early and late, for the birdies' sake. Kissing them, fanning them, soft and sweet, E'en till the dark and the dawning meet. The flowers may sleep, but the winds must wake Early and late, for the flowers' sake. Rocking the buds on the rose-mother's breast, Swinging the hyacinth-bells to rest. The children may sleep, but the winds must wake Early and late, for the children's sake. Singing so sweet in each little one's ear, He thinks his mother's own song to hear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE KING'S JEWEL by PHOEBE CARY THE WALKER OF THE SNOW by CHARLES DAWSON SHANLY SAINT BRANDAN by MATTHEW ARNOLD THE LIFE-POWER by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON BOOKS FOR THE PEOPLE by ANNE CHARLOTTE LYNCH BOTTA A CAROL FOR CHRISTMAS DAY BEFORE DAWN by GORDON BOTTOMLEY TO THE MEMORY OF MY DEAR DAUGHTER IN LAW by ANNE BRADSTREET |