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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN LULLABY, by CHARLES MYALL First Line: Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, little papoose Last Line: Till time when the morning light gleams. Subject(s): Native Americans; Indians Of America; American Indians; Indians Of South America | |||
Rock-a-by, hush-a-by, little papoose, The stars come into the sky; The whippoorwill's crying, the daylight is dying, The river runs murmuring by. The pine trees are slumbering, little papoose, The squirrel has gone to his nest; The robins are sleeping, the mother bird's keeping The little ones warm with her breast. The roebuck is dreaming, my little papoose, His mate lies asleep at his side; The breezes are pining, the moonbeams are shining All over the prairie wide. Then hush-a-by, rock-a-by, little papoose, You sail on the river of Dreams; Dear Manitou loves you and watches above you Till time when the morning light gleams. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE OLD INDIAN by ARTHUR STANLEY BOURINOT SCHOLARLY PROCEDURE by JOSEPHINE MILES ONE LAST DRAW OF THE PIPE by PAUL MULDOON THE INDIANS ON ALCATRAZ by PAUL MULDOON PARAGRAPHS: 9 by HAYDEN CARRUTH THEY ACCUSE ME OF NOT TALKING by HAYDEN CARRUTH AMERICAN INDIAN ART: FORM AND TRADITION by DIANE DI PRIMA IN A LECTURE-ROOM by ARTHUR HUGH CLOUGH |
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