Hushaby, lullaby, rockaby, dear, Sleep, little one, thou hast nothing to fear; Safe in thy crib by the blazing log fire, Rocked by a hand that never can tire; Under thy coverlets dainty and warm, Thou knowest naught of the keen winter's storm. Hushaby, lullaby, rockaby, dear, Sleep, little one, thou hast nothing to fear. Under the skies of night, crystal and cold, Studded with all the bright stars it can hold, Sleep the wild flowers that fell with the frost, Sleep the wild flowers the autumn breeze tossed. Leaves and new snow keep them dainty and warm, What can they know of the keen winter's storm? Some day will Spring with her torch and her rain Come to the place where the flowers have lain, Melting their covers of glistening snow, Bidding her zephyrs through tree-tops to blow, Thus she will wake them and kiss them with dew, Calling them forth to life that is new. So, baby dear, when to-morrow's fresh light Dawns on the world that is shrouded in night, Then will the angels who guarded thy sleep, Give me their watch o'er my baby to keep. Thou with thine eyes of the heaven's own blue, Waking, will call me to life that is new. Hushaby, lullaby, rockaby, dear, Sleep, little one, thou hast nothing to fear. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CONTRA MORTEM: THE NOTHING I by HAYDEN CARRUTH FOREST FLOWERS by ROBERT FROST TRIFLE by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON TO NANNETTE FALK-AUERBACH by SIDNEY LANIER SORROWING LOVE by KATHERINE MANSFIELD EARTH IS ENOUGH by EDWIN MARKHAM MODERN PARAPHRASE OF SHAKESPEARE'S SONNET 29 by GEORGE SANTAYANA |