A Midsummer's Night Lullaby
Now rest your eyes, my dearest child,
lay upon your mother's breast,
and feel the warmth, so sweet and mild,
your peaceful face gently pressed.
Hush little one, the day is done,
for you are in my keeping.
The ills of yesterday now begone
its secrets now asleeping.
Can you hear the crickets playing,
hidden 'mong the grasses there?
Can you feel the wind whisp'ring
blowing through the midnight air?
And when you yawn, your face alights
without a care or worry.
To dream in splendid perfumed nights,
is paradise and glory.
In the darkness of midsummer
not a stirring, child and I,
for in sleep we sleep together,
and dream beneath a moonlit sky.