Sleep, sleep,--the south wind blows, Rocking the bee in the thornless rose, The baby birds have gone to bed-- The drowsy bluebell hangs her head-- Bluebell and baby--bee and rose. Sleep--the south wind softly blows; The tide ebbs--the tide flows-- Night comes--night goes; While the stars their still watch keep-- Lullaby, baby--sleep-sleep! Hush, hush, thy restless cries; Close the drowsy, bluebell eyes; On thy mother's love-warm breast Fold thy hidden wings and rest; Till the blossom-eyes unclose-- Sleep; the south wind softly blows; In the mother-heart, my rose, Love comes, but never goes-- Mother-love has tides so deep! Lullaby, baby--sleep--sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...MY BOY by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON GOD'S GARDEN by RICHARD EUGENE BURTON A BLESSING FOR THE BLESSED by LAWRENCE ALMA-TADEMA THE LAST MAN: ANTICIPATION OF EVIL TIDINGS by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES A DISMISSAL by LOUISA SARAH BEVINGTON PILLBOX by EDMUND CHARLES BLUNDEN FEARS AND SCRUPLES by ROBERT BROWNING |