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And the light are gone away；
All the clothes are tucked in tight；
Little baby dear； good…night。
Yes； my darling； well I know
How the bitter wind doth blow；
And the winter's snow and rain
Patter on the window…pane：
But they cannot come in here；
To my little baby dear；
For the window shutteth fast；
Till the stormy night is past；
And the curtains warm are spread
Round about her cradle bed：
So till morning shineth bright；
Little baby dear； good…night。
Jane Taylor ＇1783…1824＇
〃LULLABY； O LULLABY〃
Lullaby！ O lullaby！
Baby； hush that little cry！
Light is dying；
Bats are flying；
Bees to…day with work have done；
So； till comes the morrow's sun；
Let sleep kiss those bright eyes dry！
Lullaby！ O lullaby。
Lullaby！ O lullaby！
Hushed are all things far and nigh；
Flowers are closing；
Birds reposing；
All sweet things with life are done。
Sweet； till dawns the morning sun；
Sleep； then kiss those blue eyes dry。
Lullaby！ O lullaby！
William Cox Bennett ＇1820…1895＇
LULLABY
From 〃The Princess〃
Sweet and low； sweet and low；
Wind of the western sea；
Low； low； breathe and blow；
Wind of the western sea！
Over the rolling waters go；
Come from the dying moon； and blow；
Blow him again to me；
While my little one； while my pretty one； sleeps。
Sleep and rest； sleep and rest；
Father will come to thee soon；
Rest； rest； on mother's breast；
Father will come to thee soon；
Father will come to his babe in the nest；
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon：
Sleep； my little one； sleep； my pretty one； sleep。
Alfred Tennyson ＇1809…1892＇
THE COTTAGER TO HER INFANT
The days are cold； the nights are long；
The north…wind sings a doleful song；
Then hush again upon my breast；
All merry things are now at rest；
Save thee； my pretty love！
The kitten sleeps upon the hearth；
The crickets long have ceased their mirth；
There's nothing stirring in the house
Save one wee； hungry； nibbling mouse；
Then why so busy thou？
Nay！ start not at that sparkling light；
'Tis but the moon that shines so bright
On the window…pane bedropped with rain：
There； little darling！ sleep again；
And wake when it is day！
Dorothy Wordsworth ＇1804…1847＇
TROT； TROT！
Every evening Baby goes
Trot； trot； to town；
Across the river； through the fields；
Up hill and down。
Trot； trot； the Baby goes；
Up hill and down；
To buy a feather for her hat；
To buy a woolen gown。
Trot； trot； the Baby goes；
The birds fly down； alack！
〃You cannot have our feathers； dear；〃
They say； 〃so please trot back。〃
Trot； trot； the Baby goes；
The lambs come bleating near。
〃You cannot have our wool；〃 they say；
〃But we are sorry； dear。〃
Trot； trot； the Baby goes；
Trot； trot； to town；
She buys a red rose for her hat；
She buys a cotton gown。
Mary F。 Butts ＇1836…1902＇
HOLY INNOCENTS
Sleep； little Baby； sleep；
The holy Angels love thee；
And guard thy bed； and keep
A blessed watch above thee。
No spirit can come near
Nor evil beast to harm thee：
Sleep； Sweet； devoid of fear
Where nothing need alarm thee。
The Love which doth not sleep；
The eternal Arms surround thee：
The Shepherd of the sheep
In perfect love hath found thee。
Sleep through the holy night；
Christ…kept from snare and sorrow；
Until thou wake to light
And love and warmth to…morrow。
Christina Georgina Rossetti ＇1830…1894＇
LULLABY
From 〃The Mistress of the Manse〃
Rockaby； lullaby； bees in the clover！
Crooning so drowsily； crying so low；
Rockaby； lullaby； dear little rover！
Down into wonderland；
Down to the under…land
Go； oh go！
Down into wonderland go！
Rockaby； lullaby； rain on the clover！
（Tears on the eyelids that waver and weep！）
Rockaby； lullaby … bending it over！
Down on the mother…world；
Down on the other world；
Sleep； oh sleep！
Down on the mother…world sleep！
Rockaby； lullaby； dew on the clover！
Dew on the eyes that will sparkle at dawn！
Rockaby； lullaby； dear little rover！
Into the stilly world；
Into the lily world；
Gone！ oh gone！
Into the lily world gone！
Josiah Gilbert Holland ＇1819…1881＇
CRADLE SONG
From 〃Bitter…Sweet〃
What is the little one thinking about？
Very wonderful things； no doubt！
Unwritten history！
Unfathomed mystery！
Yet he laughs and cries； and eats and drinks；
And chuckles and crows； and nods and winks；
As if his head were as full of kinks
And curious riddles as any sphinx！
Warped by colic； and wet by tears；
Punctured by pins； and tortured by fears；
Our little nephew will lose two years；
And he'll never know
Where the summers go； …
He need not laugh； for he'll find it so！
Who can tell what a baby thinks？
Who can follow the gossamer links
By which the mannikin feels his way
Out from the shore of the great unknown；
Blind； and wailing； and alone；
Into the light of day？ …
Out from the shore of the unknown sea；
Tossing in pitiful agony； …
Of the unknown sea that reels and rolls；
Specked with the barks of little souls； …
Barks that were launched on the other side；
And slipped from Heaven on an ebbing tide！
What does he think of his mother's eyes？
What does he think of his mother's hair？
What of the cradle…roof； that flies
Forward and backward through the air？
What does he think of his mother's breast；
Bare and beautiful； smooth and white；
Seeking it ever with fresh delight； …
Cup of his life； and couch of his rest？
What does he think when her quick embrace
Presses his hand and buries his face
Deep where the heart…throbs sink and swell
With a tenderness she can never tell；
Though she murmur the words
Of all the birds； …
Words she has learned to murmur well？
Now he thinks he'll go to sleep！
I can see the shadow creep
Over his eyes； in soft eclipse；
Over his brow； and over his lips；
Out to his little finger…tips！
Softly sinking； down he goes！
Down he goes！ down he goes！
See！ he is hushed in sweet repose！
Josiah Gilbert Holland ＇1819…1881＇
AN IRISH LULLABY
I've found my bonny babe a nest
On Slumber Tree；
I'll rock you there to rosy rest；
Asthore Machree！
Oh； lulla lo！ sing all the leaves
On Slumber Tree；
Till everything that hurts or grieves
Afar must flee。
I've put my pretty child to float
Away from me；
Within the new moon's silver boat
On Slumber Sea。
And when your starry sail is o'er
From Slumber Sea；
My precious one； you'll step to shore
On Mother's knee。
Alfred Perceval Graves ＇1846…1931＇
CRADLE SONG
I
Lord Gabriel； wilt thou not rejoice
When at last a little boy's
Cheek lies heavy as a rose；
And his eyelids close？
Gabriel； when that hush may be；
This sweet hand all heedfully
I'll undo； for thee alone；
From his mother's own。