Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee, Soft a snow-white fleece enfolds thee, Fairest flow'rs are strewn before thee, Sweet birds warble o'er thee Shoheen Sho lo! lu, lu, lo, lo! Oh, sleep, my baby, free from sorrow, Bright thou'lt ope thine eyes to-morrow; Sleep, while o'er thy smiling slumbers Angels chant their numbers. Shoheen Sho lo! lu, lu, lo, lo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...EPITAPH: FOR MY GRANDMOTHER by COUNTEE CULLEN IN A GONDOLA by ROBERT BROWNING THE VOICE OF HUMAN LABOR by MRS. W. N. CARLETON SPRING by MADISON JULIUS CAWEIN GOD BLESS THEE, BOY by ELIZA COOK WOMAN; PINDARIC ODE by CHARLES COTTON LIFE AND DEATH: 5 by CHRISTOPHER PEARSE CRANCH |