If thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, <br /> My mulberry one, my golden sun! <br />The rose shall sing thee lullabies, <br /> My pretty cosset lambkin! <br />And thou shalt swing in an almond-tree, <br />With a flood of moonbeams rocking thee-- <br />A silver boat in a golden sea, <br /> My velvet love, my nestling dove, <br /> My own pomegranate blossom! <br /> <br />The stork shall guard thee passing well <br /> All night, my sweet! my dimple-feet! <br />And bring thee myrrh and asphodel, <br /> My gentle rain-of-springtime! <br />And for thy slumbrous play shall twine <br />The diamond stars with an emerald vine <br />To trail in the waves of ruby wine, <br /> My myrtle bloom, my heart's perfume, <br /> My little chirping sparrow! <br /> <br />And when the morn wakes up to see <br /> My apple bright, my soul's delight! <br />The partridge shall come calling thee, <br /> My jar of milk-and-honey! <br />Yes, thou shalt know what mystery lies <br />In the amethyst deep of the curtained skies, <br />If thou wilt fold thy onyx eyes, <br /> You wakeful one, you naughty son, <br /> You cooing little turtle!<br /><br />Eugene Field<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/armenian-lullaby/
