The golden dreamboat's ready, all her silken sails are spread, <br />And the breeze is gently blowing to the fairy port of Bed, <br />And the fairy's captain's waiting while the busy sandman flies <br />With the silver dust of slumber, closing every baby's eyes. <br /> <br />Oh, the night is rich with moonlight and the sea is calm with peace, <br />And the angels fly to guard you and their watch shall never cease, <br />And the fairies there await you; they have splendid dreams to spin; <br />You shall hear them gayly singing as the dreamboat's putting in. <br /> <br />Like the ripple of the water does the dreamboat's whistle blow, <br />Only baby ears can catch it when it comes the time to go, <br />Only little ones may journey on so wonderful a ship, <br />And go drifting off to slumber with no care to mar the trip. <br /> <br />Oh, the little eyes are heavy but the little soul is light; <br />It shall never know a sorrow or a terror through the night. <br />And at last when dawn is breaking and the dreamboat's trip is o'er, <br />You shall wake to find the mother smiling over you once more.<br /><br />Edgar Albert Guest<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-13/
