If my boy sleep quietly, He shall see the busy bee, When't has made its honey fine, Dancing in the bright sunshine. If my boy will slumber, Angels, without number, Will draw near, so fair and bright; For they only come at night. If my boy lie still in bed, God, too, will be pleased and glad, And will say: "I'll send to him All night long the loveliest dream." E'en the Virgin will come down, On her head a golden crown, And will talk to my dear child With her smile, so sweet and mild. Hush, hush, my little babe! And thou shalt have in a trice, Alexandria for thy sugar, And Cairo for thy rice. The great Constantinople, For three long years of pleasure, Three Asiatic cities, To fill thy chest with treasure. Three provinces around, Their tribute duly bringing; Three mountain monasteries. With three tall belfries ringing. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...AT CASTERBRIDGE FAIR: 7. AFTER THE FAIR by THOMAS HARDY THE RABBIT by ELIZABETH MADOX ROBERTS THE JUNGLE WALLAH by BERTON BRALEY VERSES: THE SECOND BOY by JOHN BYROM EPITAPH ON MY DEAR COUSIN GERMAN MRS. OLIVE COTTON by ASTON COCKAYNE |