Classic Poem

‘W HAT wakes me from my heavy sleep
With tones so low and sweet?
O mother, see, who can it be
So late within the street?’—

‘I hear no sound—I see no form,
O slumber soft and mild!
No midnight music comes for thee,
My poor and sickly child.’

‘It was no music of the earth
That sounded in mine ear;
The angels call me with their songs:
Good night, O mother dear!’

‘W HAT wakes me from my heavy sleep
With tones so low and sweet?
O mother, see, who can it be
So late within the street?’—

‘I hear no sound—I see no form,
O slumber soft and mild!
No midnight music comes for thee,
My poor and sickly child.’

‘It was no music of the earth
That sounded in mine ear;
The angels call me with their songs:
Good night, O mother dear!’