Come, white angels, to baby and me; Touch his blue eyes with the image of sleep, In his surprise he will cease to weep: Hush, child, the angels are coming to thee! Come, white doves, to baby and me; Softly whirr in the silent air, Flutter about his golden hair: Hark, child, the doves are cooing to thee! Come, white lilies, to baby and me; Drowsily nod before his eyes, So full of wonder, so round and wise: Hist, child, the lily-bells tinkle for thee! Come, white moon, to baby and me; Gently glide o'er the ocean of sleep, Silver the waves of its shadowy deep: Sleep, child, and the whitest of dreams to thee! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SPOON RIVER ANTHOLOGY: ALEXANDER THROCKMORTON by EDGAR LEE MASTERS TO AN INTRA-MURAL RAT by MARIANNE MOORE PARAGRAPHS: 16 by HAYDEN CARRUTH ITALIAN PICTURES: COSTA MAGIC by MINA LOY A GUY I KNOW ON 47TH AND COTTAGE by CLARENCE MAJOR ATELIER CEZANNE by CLARENCE MAJOR |