Written to an old Irish air found in C. Villiers Stanford's collection Rest asthoreen, down the boreen Come the cows a mooing low, Eve is falling, birds are calling, So their mates to sleep may go. We'll go boating, gently floating On dream river, shoheen sho! By the meadows where the shadows Gleam and darken, come and go. Husha-bye, O! Closer lie, O! Closer lie to mother's breast, Awake or sleeping, in God's keeping May my baby always rest. Through the rushes, 'mong the bushes Winds are whispering soft and low, While my pleasure--to my treasure Is to croon--hush O! hush O! The sailing's over, under cover Hides thy blue eyes' dewy glow, Sprite nor fairy ne'er shall scare thee, Angels care thee--lulla lo! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE BIRDS DO THUS by ROBERT FROST THE GIFT TO SING by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON MOTHER JUNKIE by CLARENCE MAJOR ANCHORED TO THE INFINITE by EDWIN MARKHAM DOMESDAY BOOK: THE GOVERNOR by EDGAR LEE MASTERS HOLES BORED IN A WORKBAG BY THE SCISSORS by MARIANNE MOORE |