Sleep, my childie, sleep I' the hush of evening deep, Gone the last long-lingering beam From where the tender violets dream With closed eyes by the woodland stream: Sleep, my childie, sleep. Sleep, my childie, sleep; Fresh dews of twilight creep Through folded blooms of eglantine, Speedwell and harebell and woodbine; Yet open the large white bugles shine: Sleep, my childie, sleep. Sleep, my childie, sleep. Now dewy planets creep Through skies of fading purple-rose, Yon elm full-foliaged overflows With those love-songs the blackbird knows: Sleep, my childie, sleep. Sleep, my childie, sleep; Now drowsy birdies keep More silence; rare the cuckoo's note, The dove's low plaint hath ceased to float, Sweet breezes flutter in and out: Sleep, my childie, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JILTED by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE POET AND THE BABY by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR THE OLD MAN'S WISH by WALTER POPE LATAKIA by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH PSALM 1; DONE INTO VERSE 1653 by OLD TESTAMENT BIBLE |