CHILD SONGS.
“Where are my Five Wits gone,And will they come back soon?”They’re gone a-gathering woolIn the Valleys of the Moon.There the little Dream-Sheep,That look like mounds of snow,Through the green, green meadowsGo grazing to and fro.Thither have I sent them,Those Five Wits of mine,Two with bags, and two with crooks,And one with shears that shine.They catch the little Dream-SheepAnd cut their fleece away,All to weave a story fromUpon another day!
“Where are my Five Wits gone,And will they come back soon?”They’re gone a-gathering woolIn the Valleys of the Moon.There the little Dream-Sheep,That look like mounds of snow,Through the green, green meadowsGo grazing to and fro.Thither have I sent them,Those Five Wits of mine,Two with bags, and two with crooks,And one with shears that shine.They catch the little Dream-SheepAnd cut their fleece away,All to weave a story fromUpon another day!
“Where are my Five Wits gone,And will they come back soon?”They’re gone a-gathering woolIn the Valleys of the Moon.
“Where are my Five Wits gone,
And will they come back soon?”
They’re gone a-gathering wool
In the Valleys of the Moon.
There the little Dream-Sheep,That look like mounds of snow,Through the green, green meadowsGo grazing to and fro.
There the little Dream-Sheep,
That look like mounds of snow,
Through the green, green meadows
Go grazing to and fro.
Thither have I sent them,Those Five Wits of mine,Two with bags, and two with crooks,And one with shears that shine.
Thither have I sent them,
Those Five Wits of mine,
Two with bags, and two with crooks,
And one with shears that shine.
They catch the little Dream-SheepAnd cut their fleece away,All to weave a story fromUpon another day!
They catch the little Dream-Sheep
And cut their fleece away,
All to weave a story from
Upon another day!
Where the Sun sails bold on the Sea of GoldPast the Violet Islands fair,And the ragged shapes of the Rosy CapesAnd the Castles of the Air,Can you call aright all that country brightThat is washed by waves like flame?’Tis the coast admired, ’tis the clime desired—’Tis the Land Without a Name!And the way to go, since you fain would know,Is to charter the Crescent Ship,All of silver pale, with a cobweb sail,And merrily does she dip!There’s a crew of Hopes at her filmy ropes,And on board that ship of fameMany a longing Dream seeks the shores agleamOf the Land Without a Name!
Where the Sun sails bold on the Sea of GoldPast the Violet Islands fair,And the ragged shapes of the Rosy CapesAnd the Castles of the Air,Can you call aright all that country brightThat is washed by waves like flame?’Tis the coast admired, ’tis the clime desired—’Tis the Land Without a Name!And the way to go, since you fain would know,Is to charter the Crescent Ship,All of silver pale, with a cobweb sail,And merrily does she dip!There’s a crew of Hopes at her filmy ropes,And on board that ship of fameMany a longing Dream seeks the shores agleamOf the Land Without a Name!
Where the Sun sails bold on the Sea of GoldPast the Violet Islands fair,And the ragged shapes of the Rosy CapesAnd the Castles of the Air,Can you call aright all that country brightThat is washed by waves like flame?’Tis the coast admired, ’tis the clime desired—’Tis the Land Without a Name!
Where the Sun sails bold on the Sea of Gold
Past the Violet Islands fair,
And the ragged shapes of the Rosy Capes
And the Castles of the Air,
Can you call aright all that country bright
That is washed by waves like flame?
’Tis the coast admired, ’tis the clime desired—
’Tis the Land Without a Name!
And the way to go, since you fain would know,Is to charter the Crescent Ship,All of silver pale, with a cobweb sail,And merrily does she dip!There’s a crew of Hopes at her filmy ropes,And on board that ship of fameMany a longing Dream seeks the shores agleamOf the Land Without a Name!
And the way to go, since you fain would know,
Is to charter the Crescent Ship,
All of silver pale, with a cobweb sail,
And merrily does she dip!
There’s a crew of Hopes at her filmy ropes,
And on board that ship of fame
Many a longing Dream seeks the shores agleam
Of the Land Without a Name!
Now while rest the happy herds,And in folds the fleecy sheep,All the boughs are full of birds,Crowding, sound asleep.Sleep, sleep, sleep,Under the fair, fair flocks of starsThat roam all night and know no bars,Sleep, sweet, sleep!Now if we an Owl could ride,—Yes, an Owl with yellow eyes,Globy lanterns, clear and wide,Flaming while he flies,—We should see the pretty things,Pretty little sleepy souls!All their heads beneath their wings,Blind with sleep as moles!Sleep, sleep, sleep,Under the wild, winged winds that flyAll night long across the sky,Sleep, sweet, sleep!
Now while rest the happy herds,And in folds the fleecy sheep,All the boughs are full of birds,Crowding, sound asleep.Sleep, sleep, sleep,Under the fair, fair flocks of starsThat roam all night and know no bars,Sleep, sweet, sleep!Now if we an Owl could ride,—Yes, an Owl with yellow eyes,Globy lanterns, clear and wide,Flaming while he flies,—We should see the pretty things,Pretty little sleepy souls!All their heads beneath their wings,Blind with sleep as moles!Sleep, sleep, sleep,Under the wild, winged winds that flyAll night long across the sky,Sleep, sweet, sleep!
Now while rest the happy herds,And in folds the fleecy sheep,All the boughs are full of birds,Crowding, sound asleep.Sleep, sleep, sleep,Under the fair, fair flocks of starsThat roam all night and know no bars,Sleep, sweet, sleep!
Now while rest the happy herds,
And in folds the fleecy sheep,
All the boughs are full of birds,
Crowding, sound asleep.
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
Under the fair, fair flocks of stars
That roam all night and know no bars,
Sleep, sweet, sleep!
Now if we an Owl could ride,—Yes, an Owl with yellow eyes,Globy lanterns, clear and wide,Flaming while he flies,—
Now if we an Owl could ride,—
Yes, an Owl with yellow eyes,
Globy lanterns, clear and wide,
Flaming while he flies,—
We should see the pretty things,Pretty little sleepy souls!All their heads beneath their wings,Blind with sleep as moles!Sleep, sleep, sleep,Under the wild, winged winds that flyAll night long across the sky,Sleep, sweet, sleep!
We should see the pretty things,
Pretty little sleepy souls!
All their heads beneath their wings,
Blind with sleep as moles!
Sleep, sleep, sleep,
Under the wild, winged winds that fly
All night long across the sky,
Sleep, sweet, sleep!