The Promised Lullaby Comments

Lullaby, and sleep again. Two bright eyes through the window stare, A nose is flattened on the pane And infant fingers fumble there... very fine poem infant fingers fumble. lullaby

When buds come striking through the bough, Then here's True-Love will show you how Her name she won, will hush your cry With 'Sleep, my baby! Lullaby! '.. very fine poem. tony