Poem by Louisa May Alcott

Lullaby

Now the day is done,
Now the shepherd sun
Drives his white flocks from the sky;
Now the flowers rest
On their mother's breast,
Hushed by her low lullaby.

Now the glowworms glance,
Now the fireflies dance,
Under fern-boughs green and high;
And the western breeze
To the forest trees
Chants a tuneful lullaby.

Now 'mid shadows deep
Falls blessed sleep,
Like dew from the summer sky;
And the whole earth dreams,
In the moon's soft beams,
While night breathes a lullaby.

Now, birdlings, rest,
In your wind-rocked nest,
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry;
For with folded wings
Little Brier swings,
And singeth your lullaby.

1. Beds to the Front of Them
2. From Our Happy Home
3. Thoreau's Flute
4. Dear Grif
5. I Slept, and Dreamed That Life Was Beauty

Dorothy Parker Lullaby ("Sleep, pretty lady, the night is enfolding you")

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