Sleep, love sleep, <br />The night winds sigh, <br />In soft lullaby. <br />The Lark is at rest <br />With the dew on her breast. <br />So close those dear eyes, <br />That borrowed their hue <br />From the heavens so blue, <br />Sleep, love sleep. <br /> <br />Sleep, love sleep, <br />The pale moon looks down <br />On the valleys around, <br />The Glow Moth is flying, <br />The South wind is sighing, <br />And I am low lying, <br />With lute deftly strung, <br />To pour out my song, <br />Sleep, love sleep<br /><br />Mary Weston Fordham<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/serenade-18/
