Sleep, beloved, sleep; Round thee watch we keep; List how the rain doth fall, How the neighbor's dog doth call; He hath bitten some one straying, That's the cause of all this baying, Round thee careful watch we keep, Sleep, beloved, sleep. Close thy weary eye; Wind doth rustle by; Hare doth lift a list'ning ear, As the hunter's foot draws near; Coat of green is hunter wearing But the hare is little caring; Hunter cannot come him nigh. Close thy weary eye. Sleep till morn arise In you azure skies; Watch-dog now hath ceased to bark; Beggar hides where all is dark; Little dove her young is tending Where no hunter's foot is wending; Hare is hid in verdure deep, Sleep, my darling, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A SAD, SAD STORY by MOTHER GOOSE THE KANSAS EMIGRANTS by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER PEREGRINUS by LASCELLES ABERCROMBIE TO SAN FRANCISCO by S. J. ALEXANDER AT FONT-GEORGES by THEODORE FAULLAIN DE BANVILLE OUT A-NUTTEN by WILLIAM BARNES |