Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LULLABY, by HELEN GRAY CONE First Line: Now while rest the happy herds Last Line: Sleep, sweet, sleep! Alternate Author Name(s): Green, Coroebus | ||||||||
Now while rest the happy herds, And in folds the fleecy sheep, All the boughs are full of birds, Crowding, sound asleep. Sleep, sleep, sleep, Under the fair, fair flocks of stars That roam all night and know no bars, Sleep, sweet, sleep! Now if we an Owl could ride,-- Yes, an Owl with yellow eyes, Globy lanterns, clear and wide, Flaming while he flies,-- We should see the pretty things, Pretty little sleepy souls! All their heads beneath their wings, Blind with sleep as moles! Sleep, sleep, sleep, Under the wild, winged winds that fly All night long across the sky, Sleep, sweet, sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...A CHANT OF LOVE FOR ENGLAND by HELEN GRAY CONE A YELLOW PANSY by HELEN GRAY CONE AN IVORY MINIATURE by HELEN GRAY CONE ARRAIGNMENT by HELEN GRAY CONE FAIR ENGLAND by HELEN GRAY CONE JULIA RICHMAN by HELEN GRAY CONE THE BALLAD OF CASSANDRA BROWN by HELEN GRAY CONE THE CONTRAST by HELEN GRAY CONE THE LAST CUP OF CANARY; SIR HARRY LOVELOCK, 1645 by HELEN GRAY CONE THE RIDE TO THE LADY by HELEN GRAY CONE |
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