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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
GERMAN CRADLE SONG, by ANONYMOUS First Line: "sleep, my own baby, my darling thou art" Last Line: Mother will never grow weary for thee | |||
Sleep, my own baby, my darling thou art, Close thy blue eyes now, thou joy of my heart! All is as quiet as quiet can be, Never a fly shall alight upon thee. Angels from Heaven as lovely as thou, Hover around thee, and smile on thee now. What if the angels must go by and by? Yet when thou weepest, thy tears they will dry. Gold are the hours that are gliding away, Dear one, to-morrow is never to-day; Come to thy bedside will sorrow and pain, Ne'er wilt thou slumber so sweetly again. Sleep, then, my baby, the dark do not fear, Mother is sitting, and guarding thee here; Darling, though late or though early it be, Mother will never grow weary for thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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