Sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- <br /> Little blue pigeon with velvet eyes; <br />Sleep to the singing of mother-bird swinging-- <br /> Swinging the nest where her little one lies. <br /> <br />Away out yonder I see a star,-- <br /> Silvery star with a tinkling song; <br />To the soft dew falling I hear it calling-- <br /> Calling and tinkling the night along. <br /> <br />In through the window a moonbeam comes,-- <br /> Little gold moonbeam with misty wings; <br />All silently creeping, it asks, "Is he sleeping-- <br /> Sleeping and dreaming while mother sings?" <br /> <br />Up from the sea there floats the sob <br /> Of the waves that are breaking upon the shore, <br />As though they were groaning in anguish, and moaning-- <br /> Bemoaning the ship that shall come no more. <br /> <br />But sleep, little pigeon, and fold your wings,-- <br /> Little blue pigeon with mournful eyes; <br />Am I not singing?--see, I am swinging-- <br /> Swinging the nest where my darling lies.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/japanese-lullaby/
