Ere the moon begins to rise Or a star to shine, All the bluebells close their eyes; So close thine, Thine, dear, thine!1 Birds are sleeping in the nest, On the swaying bough; Thus, against the [mother-breast]2, So sleep thou, Sleep, sleep, sleep!
Three songs to poems by Thomas Bailey Aldrich , opus 80
by Adolf Weidig (1867 - 1931)
1. Cradle song [sung text not yet checked]
Language: English
Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907), "Cradle song", appears in Unguarded Gates and Other Poems, first published 1895
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View original text (without footnotes)1 De Koven adds "Sleep, love, sleep, / Slumber deep; / Sleep, sleep, sleep, / So sleep."
2 De Koven: "mother's breast"
2. Necromancy
Language: English
Through a chance fissure of the churchyard wall
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Text Authorship:
- by Thomas Bailey Aldrich (1836 - 1907), "Necromancy", appears in Unguarded Gates and Other Poems, first published 1895
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