Horace Smith (Горацио Смит)

Lullaby

Sleep, little baby, sleep, love, sleep!
  Evening is coming, and night is nigh;
Under the lattice the little birds cheep,
  All will be sleeping by and by.
      Sleep, little baby, sleep.

Sleep, little baby, sleep, love, sleep!
  Darkness is creeping along the sky;
Stars at the casement glimmer and peep,
  Slowly the moon comes sailing by.
      Sleep, little baby, sleep.

Sleep, little baby, sleep, love, sleep!
  Sleep till the dawning has dappled the sky;
Under the lattice the little birds cheep,
  All will be waking by and by.
      Sleep, little baby, sleep.

1. Written in the Porch of Binstead Church, Isle of Wight
2. To the Rev. A. A. in the Country from His Friend in London
3. Why Are They Shut?
4. The Curate to His Slippers
5. Abbotsford

Louise Glück (Луиза Глюк) Lullaby ("My mother's an expert in one thing")

Тема стихотворения (Poem Theme): Lullabies (Колыбельные)

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Количество обращений к стихотворению: 1908

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