Sweet babe, a golden cradle holds thee, And soft the snow-white fleece enfolds thee; In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping. Where branching boughs to the winds are sweeping. Shuheen sho, lulo lo! When mothers languish broken-hearted, When young wives are from husbands parted, Ah! little think the keeners lonely They weep some time-worn fairy only. Shuheen sho, lulo lo! Within our magic halls of brightness Trips many a foot of snowy whiteness; Stolen maidens, queens of fairy, And kings and chiefs a sleagh shie airy. Shuheen sho, lulo lo! Rest thee, babe! I love thee dearly, And as thy mortal mother nearly; Ours is the swiftest steed and proudest, That moves where the tramp of the host is loudest; Shuheen sho, lulo lo! Rest thee, babe! for soon thy slumbers Shall flee at the magic Keol-shie's numbers; In airy bower I'll watch thy sleeping, Where branchy trees to the breeze are sweeping; Shuheen sho, lulo lo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SUMMER STORM by JAMES RUSSELL LOWELL THE LITTLE HILL by EDNA ST. VINCENT MILLAY EPISTLE TO DR. ARBUTHNOT by ALEXANDER POPE THE CASTLE BY THE SEA by JOHANN LUDWIG UHLAND HIS EXCELLENCY GENERAL WASHINGTON by PHILLIS WHEATLEY WHAT THE BIRDS SAID by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE QUEEN'S RIDE; AN INVITATION by THOMAS BAILEY ALDRICH BRUCE: HOW AYMER DE VALENCE, AND JOHN OF LORN CHASED THE BRUCE ... by JOHN BARBOUR |