Classic Poem

Hush, hush, rest my sweet;
Rest, rest thy tired feet;
Forget the storms and tears of thy brief hours;
There's naught shall thee distress,
Wrapt in sleep's blissfulness,
Crowned by a dream, something as fair as flowers.

Hush, dearest, hush;
May no intruder brush
From off thy bloomy cheek the downy kiss;
May no inquiet fly
Go rudely buzzing by
To snatch away thy dear unconscious bliss.

May dreams enchanted spread
A pillow for thy head,
And hang a curtain 'twixt thee and the sun;
While smiles shall overflow
Thy rosy lips as though
The angels' whisper were too sweet for one.

Then, sleep, my baby dear;
Yet, lest the traitor, Fear,
Should cry, “The child will waken nevermore!”
Stir in thy dreams anon,
Bidding the thought begone,
And lift thine eyes to bless me as before!