Hush, little one, and fold your hands; <br /> The sun hath set, the moon is high; <br />The sea is singing to the sands, <br /> And wakeful posies are beguiled <br />By many a fairy lullaby: <br /> Hush, little child, my little child! <br /> <br />Dream, little one, and in your dreams <br /> Float upward from this lowly place,-- <br />Float out on mellow, misty streams <br /> To lands where bideth Mary mild, <br />And let her kiss thy little face, <br /> You little child, my little child! <br /> <br />Sleep, little one, and take thy rest, <br /> With angels bending over thee,-- <br />Sleep sweetly on that Father's breast <br /> Whom our dear Christ hath reconciled; <br />But stay not there,--come back to me, <br /> O little child, my little child!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/sicilian-lullaby/
