ARMENIAN LULLABY.

IF thou wilt close thy drowsy eyes,

My mulberry one, my golden son,

The rose shall sing thee lullabies,

My pretty cosset lambkin!

And thou shalt swing in an almond-tree,

With a flood of moonbeams rocking thee,—

A silver boat in a golden sea,—

My velvet love, my nestling dove,

My own pomegranate-blossom!

The stork shall guard thee passing well

All night, my sweet, my dimple-feet,

And bring thee myrrh and asphodel,

My gentle rain-of-springtime;

And for thy slumber-play shall twine

The diamond stars with an emerald vine,

To trail in the waves of ruby wine,

My hyacinth-bloom, my heart's perfume,

My cooing little turtle!

And when the morn wakes up to see

My apple-bright, my soul's delight,

The partridge shall come calling thee,

My jar of milk-and-honey!

Yes, thou shalt know what mystery lies

In the amethyst deep of the curtained skies,

If thou wilt fold thy onyx eyes,

You wakeful one, you naughty son,

You chirping little sparrow!