Hush! lulla, lullaby! So mother sings; For hearken, 'tis the midnight bell that rings. But, darling, not thy mother's bell in this: St. Lucy's priests it calls to prayer, I wis. St. Lucy gave thee eyes--a matchless pair-- And gave the Magdalen her golden hair; Thy cheeks their hue from heaven's angels have; Her little loving mouth St. Martha gave. Love's mouth, sweet mouth, that Florence hath for home, Now tell me where love springs, and how doth come? ... With music and with song doth love arise. And then its end it hath in tears and sighs. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BEST MEMORIAL by AGATHIAS SCHOLASTICUS THE BALLAD OF ORISKANY by OBADIAH CYRUS AURINGER TWO SONNETS: 1. CHRIST AND LOVE'S ROSE-CROWN by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) PIONEERS OF SOUTH DAKOTA by CHARLOTTE LOUISE BERTLESEN OLD THINGS by THOMAS T. BLEWETT IN VINCULIS; SONNETS WRITTEN IN AN IRISH PRISON: A LESSON IN HUMILITY by WILFRID SCAWEN BLUNT THE TRAGIC MARY QUEEN OF SCOTS: 1 by KATHERINE HARRIS BRADLEY |