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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
A LULLABY, by BURGES JOHNSON Poet's Biography
First Line: Lie still, my little one, shadows are falling
Last Line: Mother is near to thee—sleep, darling, sleep.
Subject(s): Children; Mothers; Sleep; Childhood
First Line: Lie still, my little one, shadows are falling
Last Line: Mother is near to thee—sleep, darling, sleep.
Subject(s): Children; Mothers; Sleep; Childhood
Lie still, my little one, shadows are falling,
Closing thy wide-open, wondering eyes;
Hark how the voices of dreamland are calling
Sweet to my little one here where she lies.
Hushaby, baby mine, shadows grow deep;
Shut those blue eyes of thine, lie still and sleep.
Naught is affrighting thee, dreams are inviting thee,
Mother is near to thee—sleep, darling, sleep.
What dost thou see in thy faraway gazing?
What dost thou say in that cooing of thine?
In thy strange tongue is it wisdom amazing,
Wise little visitor, baby of mine?
Raindrops are pattering, lull thee to rest;
Birds are all scattering each to its nest.
Darkness enfolding thee, mother is holding thee,
Angels are guarding thee—rest, darling, rest.
Drowsy, my little one? Twilight is darkening,
Birds are all twittering sweetly good night;
Whisper thy dreams to me, mother is hearkening,
Listening over thee, clasping thee tight.
Lullaby, little one, sweet be thy sleep;
Hushaby, pretty one, slumbering deep.
Darkness may cover thee, angels watch over thee,
Mother is near to thee—sleep, darling, sleep.
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