LULLABY; BY THE SEA

Fair is the castle up on the hill —

Hushaby, sweet my own!

The night is fair, and the waves are still,

And the wind is singing to you and to me

In this lowly home beside the sea —

Hushaby, sweet my own!

On yonder hill is store of wealth —

Hushaby, sweet my own!

And revellers drink to a little one's health;

But you and I bide night and day

For the other love that has sailed away —

Hushaby, sweet my own!

See not, dear eyes, the forms that creep

Ghostlike, O my own!

Out of the mists of the murmuring deep;

Oh, see them not and make no cry

Till the angels of death have passed us by —

Hushaby, sweet my own!

Ah, little they reck of you and me —

Hushaby, sweet my own!

In our lonely home beside the sea;

They seek the castle up on the hill,

And there they will do their ghostly will —

Hushaby, O my own!

Here by the sea a mother croons

“Hushaby, sweet my own!”

In yonder castle a mother swoons

While the angels go down to the misty deep,

Bearing a little one fast asleep —

Hushaby, sweet my own!