Now the day is done, <br />Now the shepherd sun <br />Drives his white flocks from the sky; <br />Now the flowers rest <br />On their mother's breast, <br />Hushed by her low lullaby. <br /> <br />Now the glowworms glance, <br />Now the fireflies dance, <br />Under fern-boughs green and high; <br />And the western breeze <br />To the forest trees <br />Chants a tuneful lullaby. <br /> <br />Now 'mid shadows deep <br />Falls blessed sleep, <br />Like dew from the summer sky; <br />And the whole earth dreams, <br />In the moon's soft beams, <br />While night breathes a lullaby. <br /> <br />Now, birdlings, rest, <br />In your wind-rocked nest, <br />Unscared by the owl's shrill cry; <br />For with folded wings <br />Little Brier swings, <br />And singeth your lullaby.<br /><br />Louisa May Alcott<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-8/
