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In her wimple of wind and her slippers of sleep The twilight comes like a little goose-girl, Herding her owls with many “Tu-whoos,” Her little brown owls in the forest deep, Where dimly she walks in her whispering shoes, And gown of glimmering pearl.

Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep: This is the road to Rockaby Town. Rockaby, lullaby, where dreams are cheap; Here you can buy any dream for a crown. Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; The cradle you lie in is soft and is deep, The wagon that takes you to Rockaby Town. Now you go up, sweet, now you go down, Rockaby, lullaby, now you go down.