Slumber, slumber, dearest, sweetest treasure, Rock'd so gently by thy mother's hand; Soft repose and tranquil pleasure, Soothe thee with the lulling cradle band. Slumber, slumber, in sweet dreams reposing, While protects thee the fond mother's arm. All her riches here enclosing, Holds she in her clasp so true and warm. Slumber, slumber on thy downy pillow, Love's hymns round thee music sweet shall make; And a lily and a rosebud shall reward thee When thou dost wake. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DOMESDAY BOOK: JOHN SCOFIELD by EDGAR LEE MASTERS CHILDE ROLAND TO THE DARK TOWER CAME' by ROBERT BROWNING THE BAT by CHARLES LUTWIDGE DODGSON IN SICKNESS (1714) by JONATHAN SWIFT THE HAPPY DAYS WHEN I WER YOUNG by WILLIAM BARNES LOVE'S LIKENINGS by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT MATCHIT MOODUS by JOHN GARDINER CALKINS BRAINARD WHOM EARTH HAS TAUGHT: REVELATION by MARGARET PERKINS BRIGGS |