Little brown baby-bird, lapped in your nest, <br /> Wrapped in your nest, <br /> Strapped in your nest, <br />Your straight little cradle-board rocks you to rest; <br /> Its hands are your nest; <br /> Its bands are your nest; <br />It swings from the down-bending branch of the oak; <br />You watch the camp flame, and the curling grey smoke; <br />But, oh, for your pretty black eyes sleep is best,-- <br />Little brown baby of mine, go to rest. <br /> <br />Little brown baby-bird swinging to sleep, <br /> Winging to sleep, <br /> Singing to sleep, <br />Your wonder-black eyes that so wide open keep, <br /> Shielding their sleep, <br /> Unyielding to sleep, <br />The heron is homing, the plover is still, <br />The night-owl calls from his haunt on the hill, <br />Afar the fox barks, afar the stars peep,-- <br />Little brown baby of mine, go to sleep.<br /><br />Emily Pauline Johnson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-of-the-iroquois/
