Cradle Song
by Thomas Bailey Aldrich
I
Ere the moon begins to rise
Or a star to shine,
All the bluebells close their eyes --
So close thine,
Thine, dear, thine!
II
Birds are sleeping in the nest
On the swaying bough,
Thus, against the mother-breast --
So sleep thou,
Sleep, sleep, sleep!
Source:
Unguarded Gates: And Other PoemsCopyright 1895
Houghton, Mifflin And Company,Boston And New York