The Virgin stills the crying Of Jesus, sleepless, lying; And singing for His pleasure, Thus calls upon her treasure, "My Darling, do not weep, My Jesu, sleep!" O Lamb, my love inviting, O Star, my soul delighting, O Flower of mine own bearing, O Jewel past comparing! "My Darling, do not weep, My Jesu, sleep!" My Child, of might indwelling, My Sweet, all sweets excelling, Of Bliss the fountain flowing, The Dayspring ever glowing. "My Darling, do not weep, My Jesu, sleep!" My Joy, my Exultation, My spirit's consolation; My Son, my Spouse, my Brother, O listen to Thy mother! "My Darling, do not weep, My Jesu, sleep!" Say, would'st Thou heavenly sweetness, Or love of answering meetness? Or is fit music wanting? Ho! angels, raise your chanting! "My Darling, do not weep, My Jesu, sleep!" | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DICKENS IN CAMP by FRANCIS BRET HARTE UPON THE NIPPLES OF JULIA'S BREAST by ROBERT HERRICK AFTER DEATH by FRANCES ISABEL PARNELL MONODY ON THE ASTOR HOUSE by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS WESTERN MORNING by WILLIMINA L. ARMSTRONG LINES WRITTEN BY A DEATH-BED by MATTHEW ARNOLD |