A moonbeam floateth from the skies, <br />Whispering, "Heigho, my dearie! <br />I would spin a web before your eyes,-- <br />A beautiful web of silver light, <br />Wherein is many a wondrous sight <br />Of a radiant garden leagues away, <br />Where the softly tinkling lilies sway, <br />And the snow-white lambkins are at play,-- <br /> Heigho, my dearie!" <br /> <br />A brownie stealeth from the vine <br /> Singing, "Heigho, my dearie! <br />And will you hear this song of mine,-- <br />A song of the land of murk and mist <br />Where bideth the bud the dew hath kist? <br />Then let the moonbeam's web of light <br />Be spun before thee silvery white, <br />And I shall sing the livelong night,-- <br /> Heigho, my dearie!" <br /> <br />The night wind speedeth from the sea, <br /> Murmuring, "Heigho, my dearie! <br />I bring a mariner's prayer for thee; <br />So let the moonbeam veil thine eyes, <br />And the brownie sing thee lullabies; <br />But I shall rock thee to and fro, <br />Kissing the brow he loveth so, <br />And the prayer shall guard thy bed, I trow,-- <br /> Heigho, my dearie!"<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/orkney-lullaby/
