Dear mother, in dreams I see her With loved face sweet and calm, And hear her voice With love rejoice, When nestling on her arm. I think how she softly press'd me, Of the tears in each glist'ning eye, As her watch she'd keep, When she rock'd to sleep Her child with this lullaby: Bye, bye, drowsiness o'ertaking, Pretty little eyelids, sleep-- Bye, bye, watching till thou'rt waking, Darling, be thy slumber deep! Bye, bye, bye, bye! Ah! e'en when her life was ebbing, Her words were all of me; My future years Were all her fears; Her fate 'twas not to see. My father, I hear you weeping, As, in sorrow standing by, Comes my mother's plaint In her accents faint, This tender, sweet lullaby: Bye, bye, drowsiness o'ertaking, Pretty little eyelids, sleep-- Bye, bye, watching till thou'rt waking, Darling, be thy slumber deep! Bye, bye, bye, bye! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE QUAKER WIDOW by BAYARD TAYLOR A BIT OF MULL by FREDERICK HENRY HERBERT ADLER AN UPPER CHAMBER by FRANCES BANNERMAN TO ONE BEREFT by ETHEL KNAPP BEHRMAN A NEW PILGRIMAGE: 37 by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT YOUTH AND KNOWLEDGE by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT ON MR. CHURCHILL'S SEVENTIETH BIRTHDAY (NOVEMBER 30, 1944) by CHARLES WILLIAM BRODRIBB |