Thou canst not understand my words No love for me was meant: The smile that lately crossed thy face Was but a accident. The music's thine, but mine the tears That make thy lullaby; To-day I'll rock thee into sleep, To-morrow thou must die. And when our babies sleep their last, Like aged dames or men, They need nor mothers lullaby, Nor any rocking then.
- by William Henry Davies (1871 - 1940), "A mother to her sick child" [author's text checked 1 time against a primary source]
Musical settings (art songs, Lieder, mélodies, (etc.), choral pieces, and other vocal works set to this text), listed by composer (not necessarily exhaustive)
- by Otto Freudenthal (b. 1934), "A mother to her sick child", 2000 [voice and piano], from 10 poems by William H. Davies for voice and piano, no. 9. [text not verified]
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