Softly the fading moon dies in the sky; Softly sigh night winds their sweet lullaby; Star-eyes of angels are watching with me,— Lullaby, lullaby, God is with thee. O Babe, a tear-drop in thy sleep! O Israel's wayward, lagging feet! Why linger thy Messiah to greet? Rachel, do mothers always weep? What mean this transport and this pain? God of my sires, across my sight A vision drifts of storm and light,— A flaming crown, a victim slain. Sleep on, sweet Babe; awhile to me Is given to hush thy human cry; I worship with the lullaby, And give the reverent breast to thee. Softly the fading moon dies in the sky; Softly sigh night winds their sweet lullaby; Star-eyes of angels are watching with me,— Lullaby, lullaby, God is with thee. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...LINES FROM A PLUTOCRATIC POETASTER TO A DITCH-DIGGER by FRANKLIN PIERCE ADAMS I MAY, I MIGHT, I MUST by MARIANNE MOORE THE BODY BREAKING by MARVIN BELL THE CITY REVISITED by STEPHEN VINCENT BENET CAVE PAINTING by HAYDEN CARRUTH CONTRA MORTEM: THE THAW by HAYDEN CARRUTH LA NOCHE TRISTE by ROBERT FROST |