The stars are twinkling in the skies, <br />The earth is lost in slumbers deep; <br />So hush, my sweet, and close thine eyes, <br />And let me lull thy soul to sleep. <br />Compose thy dimpled hands to rest, <br />And like a little birdling lie <br />Secure within thy cozy nest <br />Upon my loving mother breast, <br />And slumber to my lullaby, <br />So hushaby--O hushaby. <br /> <br />The moon is singing to a star <br />The little song I sing to you; <br />The father sun has strayed afar, <br />As baby's sire is straying too. <br />And so the loving mother moon <br />Sings to the little star on high; <br />And as she sings, her gentle tune <br />Is borne to me, and thus I croon <br />For thee, my sweet, that lullaby <br />Of hushaby--O hushaby. <br /> <br />There is a little one asleep <br />That does not hear his mother's song; <br />But angel watchers--as I weep-- <br />Surround his grave the night-tide long. <br />And as I sing, my sweet, to you, <br />Oh, would the lullaby I sing-- <br />The same sweet lullaby he knew <br />While slumb'ring on this bosom too-- <br />Were borne to him on angel's wing! <br />So hushaby--O hushaby.<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/a-lullaby-6/
