Still my baby, hush my darling, 
Golden stars drift all about your bed; 
And while the soft grey veils of sleep 
Over your little helpless body creep 
Mine arms shall fold you 
Close, and hold you 
Bathed in the dews of the spirit's fountain head. 

From your sleepy world of dreams and stars 
Stretch out your tiny hands rememb'ring me. 
Through pallid mists and memories 
My sweet dead stars fall in the sighing seas. 
You have I only, I that am lonely, 
O give me love as I give love to thee!