by Walter De la Mare (1873 - 1956)

Lully
Language: English 
Nay, ninny, shut those sleepy eyes,
The robin from his spray
Long since to his cold winter roost
Has flown away.

Hush, now, and fold those gentle hands;
Across the fields the snow
Has hidden the bleating sheep from sight,
And heaped the hedges through.

Wail not so shrill, thou tiny voice;
These shadows mean no harm;
’Tis but the flames this wintry night
To keep thee safe and warm;
Lully, and rest then, pretty soul,
Safe on thy mother’s arm.

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This text was added to the website: 2016-03-01
Line count: 14
Word count: 81