THE maple strews the embers of its leaves O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves; And the moody cricket falters in his cry -- Baby-bye! -- And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky -- Baby-bye! -- The lid of night is falling o'er the sky! The rose is lying pallid, and the cup Of the frosted calla-lily folded up; And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh -- Baby-bye! -- O'er the sleeping blooms of Summer where they lie -- Baby-bye! -- O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie! Yet, Baby -- O my Baby, for your sake This heart of mine is ever wide awake, And my love may never droop a drowsy eye -- Baby-bye! -- Till your own are wet above me when I die -- Baby-bye! -- Till your own are wet above me when I die. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: RICHARD BONE by EDGAR LEE MASTERS EMPEDOCLES ON ETNA; A DRAMATIC POEM by MATTHEW ARNOLD TO MY HONOURED FRIEND DR. CHARLETON by JOHN DRYDEN SONNET TO ALISA ROCK by JOHN KEATS A LONDON FETE by COVENTRY KERSEY DIGHTON PATMORE AN ALPINE DESCENT by SAMUEL ROGERS DEAD LOVE by MARY MATHEWS ADAMS THE STEAM-ENGINE: CANTO 4: LORD STANHOPE'S STEAMER by T. BAKER |