OH, the silver bow of the moon hangs low, Sleep, my little one, sleep! And the starlight glow is guarding thee, so Sleep, my little one, sleep! Sleep, while murmuring waters flow, And summer grasses are waving slow -- Sleep, while night winds softly blow, Sleep, my little one, sleep! Oh, the trees stretch high in the bending sky, Sleep, my little one, sleep! And the swift fire-fly is moving by, Sleep, my little one, sleep! Sleep, while elves their dream-lathes ply! Sleep, while swaying tree-tops sigh, And lingering zephyrs breathe and die, Sleep, my little one, sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TIE-DOWN OF A BONSAI by MARVIN BELL CONTRA MORTEM: THE BEING AS VISION by HAYDEN CARRUTH I LOOKED FOR LIFE AND DID A SHADOW SEE by JAMES GALVIN GOAL by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON BETRAND AND GOURGAUD TALK OVER OLD TIMES by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |