Sleep baby mine, desire, nurse beauty singeth; Thy cries, O baby, set mine head on aching: The babe cries "way, thy love doth keep me waking." Lully, lully, my babe, hope cradle bringeth Unto my children alway good rest taking: The babe cries "way, thy love doth keep me waking." Since baby mine, from me thy watching springeth, Sleep then a little, pap content is making: The babe cries "nay, for that abide I waking." | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...TUOL SLENG: POL POT'S PRISON by KAREN SWENSON WAR IS KIND: 23 by STEPHEN CRANE WHEN MALINDY SINGS by PAUL LAURENCE DUNBAR TO LUCY, COUNTESS OF BEDFORD, WITH MR. DONNE'S SATIRES by BEN JONSON CATAWBA WINE by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW |