Poetry Explorer- Classic Contemporary Poetry, A MORNING LULLABY, by J. A. COLL


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A MORNING LULLABY, by                    
First Line: The wind is awake on the mountain's breast
Last Line: And not till then, my dearie.


The wind is awake on the mountain's breast
And cries in the night uncheery;
But dream and smile and dream and rest
And slumber and dream, my dearie.
Though winds that wake may blow and break
The sleep of hearts aweary,
Thy cares are drowned,
So sweet and sound
Dreams of thy sleep, my dearie.

The rose is awake on the dewy lawn;
She pouts and her eyes are teary;
Her lips, that wait the kiss of dawn,
Are low and tremble, my dearie.
Yet thou dost keep thy smile in sleep
As if, in laughter weary,
Thy cares had slept
While slumber kept
Thy smile awake, my dearie.

The baby birds are awake in the trees
And cry in their cradles eerie
Because the honey-hungry bees
Have bothered the blossoms, dearie.
But on my breast thy morning nest
Is ever safe and cheery--
From every harm
A mother's charm
Will guard thee well, my dearie.

The sun is awake on his cloudy bed,
And dawn of the night is weary.
The poppy lifts her drowsy head--
But watching, I wait, my dearie;
For sunny skies and birdie eyes
May open wide and cheery--
My heart will wake
When thy dreams break,
And not till then, my dearie.





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