Sleep, baby, sleep! Thy father is tending the sheep, Thy mother is shaking the dream-land tree, And down drops a little dream for thee. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The large stars are the sheep; The little stars are the lambs. I guess. And the bright moon is the shepherdess. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! The Saviour loves His sheep. He is the Lamb of God on high, Who for our sakes came down to die. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! And cry not like a sheep, Else the sheep-dog will bark and whine And bite this naughty child of mine. Sleep, baby, sleep! Sleep, baby, sleep! Away to tend the sheep, Away, thou sheep-dog fierce and wild And do not harm my sleeping child! Sleep, baby, sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SONNETS FROM THE PORTUGUESE: 21 by ELIZABETH BARRETT BROWNING THE OLD ARM-CHAIR by ELIZA COOK YOUTH by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON THE CHARGE OF THE HEAVY BRIGADE AT BALACLAVA: THE CHARGE by ALFRED TENNYSON THE ESTRANGEMENT by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN THE WANDERER: 5. IN HOLLAND: THE NORTH SEA by EDWARD ROBERT BULWER-LYTTON ALBANIA by GEORGE GORDON BYRON |