A Forest Lullaby

Wind among the green leaves singing, Bend the branches as you go; Gently, gently, that their swinging Hush the little heart below; Still the busy little fingers, Softly close the dark-fringed eyes, For no gleam of daylight lingers In the dusky, twilight skies.

Silver stars, come peeping, peeping, Weaving with your shining beams, Round my drowsy blossom sleeping, Fairy spells of happy dreams: Lullaby, O captive rover, All your playmates are at rest; Bees have left the scented clover, Baby birds are in the nest.

Little rabbits warmly cuddle In the grasses soft and deep; And the wee white daisies huddle In the shadow fast asleep: Lullaby my bird, my blossom; Sleep my light-winged butterfly, Cradled safe on earth’s brown bosom Till the morning you shall lie.