Sleep soft, baby mine! For the day has finished her spinning at last. The clouds were the warp and the woof was the wind, But now the red sun's left the moorland behind, And the work of the day is past. Sleep soft, baby mine! Our cottage is warm and the fire burns bright. The plover has spread her wings o'er her nest, And the whole wide world has sunk to rest, And the lambs have bleated "Good-night." Sleep soft, baby mine! Though a humble roof be over thy head, We have goats on the mountain and cows in the byre; There is milk for the porridge and food for the fire, And purple heather for the bed. Sleep soft, baby mine! The pale moon smiles as she kisses thy face, The little stars are playing bo-peep, And the stream is singing in its sleep, And the night glides on apace. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...ALL FOOLS' CALENDER by DONALD (GRADY) DAVIDSON CAESAR'S LOST TRANSPORT SHIPS by ROBERT FROST BEAUTY THAT IS NEVER OLD by JAMES WELDON JOHNSON IRELAND; WRITTEN FOR THE ART AUTOGRAPH DURING IRISH FAMINE by SIDNEY LANIER THE DUNES OF INDIANA by EDGAR LEE MASTERS |