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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
INDIAN CRADLE SONG, by ANONYMOUS First Line: Swing thee low in thy cradle soft Last Line: Till the sun brings the morning light | |||
Swing thee low in thy cradle soft Deep in the dusky wood; Swing thee low and swing aloft-- Sleep, as a papoose should; For safe in your little birchen nest, Quiet will come and peace and rest, If the little papoose is good. The coyote howls on the prairie cold, And the owlet hoots in the tree; And the big moon shines on the little child As it slumbers peacefully; So swing thee high in thy little nest, And swing thee low and take the rest That the night-wind brings to thee. The father lies on the fragrant ground, Dreaming of hunt and fight, And the pine leaves rustle with mournful sound All through the solemn night; But the little papoose in his birchen nest, Is swinging low as he takes his rest, Till the sun brings the morning light. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest... |
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