LULLABY FOR A LITTLE GIRL
Now candle-flames disperse the routOf shadows and their giant wars;And though the roof of night withoutBe spanned with dusk and set with stars,’Tis lullaby,The elm-tops cry,And lullaby, the leaves that passIn stealth across the window-glass.The comb shall sleek your drooping headAnd through the darling tangles goAnd all your night attire is spreadBefore the fire to face the glow,And lullaby,The cinders sigh,For ev’ry rosy palace gone,Fall’n in their dwarfish Ilion.Now rest, your prayers said arightAnd timely supped your milky bowl,Your little body all as whiteAnd sweet as your unsoilèd soul;And lullaby,Her melody,Who from the quilted bedside goes,A-tiptoe, when your eye-lids close.
Now candle-flames disperse the routOf shadows and their giant wars;And though the roof of night withoutBe spanned with dusk and set with stars,’Tis lullaby,The elm-tops cry,And lullaby, the leaves that passIn stealth across the window-glass.The comb shall sleek your drooping headAnd through the darling tangles goAnd all your night attire is spreadBefore the fire to face the glow,And lullaby,The cinders sigh,For ev’ry rosy palace gone,Fall’n in their dwarfish Ilion.Now rest, your prayers said arightAnd timely supped your milky bowl,Your little body all as whiteAnd sweet as your unsoilèd soul;And lullaby,Her melody,Who from the quilted bedside goes,A-tiptoe, when your eye-lids close.
Now candle-flames disperse the routOf shadows and their giant wars;And though the roof of night withoutBe spanned with dusk and set with stars,’Tis lullaby,The elm-tops cry,And lullaby, the leaves that passIn stealth across the window-glass.
The comb shall sleek your drooping headAnd through the darling tangles goAnd all your night attire is spreadBefore the fire to face the glow,And lullaby,The cinders sigh,For ev’ry rosy palace gone,Fall’n in their dwarfish Ilion.
Now rest, your prayers said arightAnd timely supped your milky bowl,Your little body all as whiteAnd sweet as your unsoilèd soul;And lullaby,Her melody,Who from the quilted bedside goes,A-tiptoe, when your eye-lids close.