Classic and Contemporary Poetry
CRADLE SONG OF THE FISHERMAN'S WIFE, by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON Poet's Biography First Line: Swung in the hollows of the deep Last Line: Sleep, sleep. Subject(s): Fish & Fishing; Anglers | ||||||||
Swung in the hollows of the deep, While silver stars their watches keep, Sleep, my seabird, sleep! Our boat the glistening fishes fill, Our prow turns homeward--hush, be still; Sleep, my seabird, sleep-- Sleep, sleep. The wind is springing from out the West, Nestle thee deeper in mother's breast, Rest, my seabird, rest! There is no sea our boat could whelm While thy brave father is at the helm, Rest, my seabird, rest-- Rest, rest. The foam flies past us like beaten cream, The waves break over, the fierce winds scream; Dream, my seabird, dream! Dream of the cot, where high and low, Crimson and white, the roses blow; Dream, my seabird, dream-- Dream, dream. What though the tempest is on the deep? Heaven will guard thee--do not weep; Sleep, my seabird, sleep! Be brave as a fisherman's child should be, Rocked in the hollows of the sea, Sleep, my seabird, sleep-- Sleep, sleep. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOURNEY INTO THE EYE by DAVID LEHMAN THE GREAT BLACK HERON by DENISE LEVERTOV ISLA MUJERES by WILLIAM MATTHEWS SCHOOLS OF LITTLE FISH by MARVIN BELL TWO PICTURES OF A LEAF by MARVIN BELL OF FISH AND FISHERMEN by JOHN CIARDI FOUR-LEAF CLOVER by ELLA (RHOADS) HIGGINSON |
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