Hush, my baby, sleep; Soon my little child will slumber. Hush! don't even peep, But go right to sleep, my dear. Holy Virgin, let me pray, Rock my little child to sleep, That he soon may crawl and creep, And may call: Papa,--Mamma. Foolish Wide Eyes! Lullaby! Now, Saint Catherine, draw nigh, Put to sleep my little one Till her fifteenth year be done! When the fifteen years are sped, Then my daughter must be wed! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ON BRODSKY'S COLLECTED by MICHAEL S. HARPER DREAMS by CECIL FRANCES ALEXANDER SONG OF SAUL BEFORE HIS LAST BATTLE by GEORGE GORDON BYRON LOVERS' INFINITENESS by JOHN DONNE ELEGY WRITTEN IN A COUNTRY CHURCHYARD by THOMAS GRAY YOUR LAD, AND MY LAD by RANDALL PARRISH TO A GENTLEMAN & LADY ON THE DEATH ... CHILD NAMED AVIS by PHILLIS WHEATLEY |