LULLABY

Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul;

The little mouse cheeps plaintively,

The night-bird in the chestnut-tree —

They sing together, bird and mouse,

In starlight, in darkness, lonely, sweet,

The wild notes and the faint notes meet —

Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul.

Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul;

Amid the lilies floats the moth,

The mole along his galleries goeth

In the dark earth; the summer moon

Looks like a shepherd through the pane

Seeking his feeble lamp again —

Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul.

Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul;

Time comes to keep night-watch with thee,

Nodding with roses; and the sea

Saith “Peace! Peace!” amid his foam.

“O be still!”

The wind cries up the whispering hill —

Sleep, sleep, lovely white soul.