Fair is the castle up on the hill-- <br /> Hushaby, sweet my own! <br />The night is fair, and the waves are still, <br />And the wind is singing to you and to me <br />In this lowly home beside the sea-- <br /> Hushaby, sweet my own! <br /> <br />On yonder hill is store of wealth-- <br /> Hushaby, sweet my own! <br />And revellers drink to a little one's health; <br />But you and I bide night and day <br />For the other love that has sailed away-- <br /> Hushaby, sweet my own! <br /> <br />See not, dear eyes, the forms that creep <br /> Ghostlike, O my own! <br />Out of the mists of the murmuring deep; <br />Oh, see them not and make no cry <br />Till the angels of death have passed us by-- <br /> Hushaby, sweet my own! <br /> <br />Ah, little they reck of you and me-- <br /> Hushaby, sweet my own! <br />In our lonely home beside the sea; <br />They seek the castle up on the hill, <br />And there they will do their ghostly will-- <br /> Hushaby, O my own! <br /> <br />Here by the sea a mother croons <br /> "Hushaby, sweet my own!" <br />In yonder castle a mother swoons <br />While the angels go down to the misty deep, <br />Bearing a little one fast asleep-- <br /> Hushaby, sweet my own!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-by-the-sea/
