Classic Poem

Sleep, darling, sleep; —
The day is worn to rest;
The sun is faint and low;
Silently over the snow
Night comes out of the West;
And the calm-eyed Angels of eventide
Gather about thy cradle-side;
Sleep, darling, sleep;

Sleep, darling, sleep; —
Father is far away,
The fields are misty and cold,
The year grows faded and old,
All wan is the world and grey; —
But he comes in sleep-time to baby and me,
For the veiled Dream-Angels set all hearts free;
Sleep, darling, sleep;

Sleep, darling, sleep; —
Joy shall awake with day,
And the year be young again;
From hearts of sorrowing men
Shadows shall flee away,
When the gold-haired Angel of morn shall come,
And over the bright hills bring him home,
Sleep, darling, sleep.