The maple strews the embers of its leaves <br />O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves; <br />And the moody cricket falters in his cry--Baby-bye!-- <br />And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky--Baby-bye!-- <br />The lid of night is falling o'er the sky! <br /> <br />The rose is lying pallid, and the cup <br />Of the frosted calla-lily folded up; <br />And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh--Baby-bye!-- <br />O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie--Baby-bye!-- <br />O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie! <br /> <br />Yet, Baby--O my Baby, for your sake <br />This heart of mine is ever wide awake, <br />And my love may never droop a drowsy eye--Baby-bye!-- <br />Till your own are wet above me when I die--Baby-bye!-- <br />Till your own are wet above me when I die.<br /><br />James Whitcomb Riley<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/lullaby-61/
