  IF thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes, My mulberry one, my golden sun! The rose shall sing thee lullabies, My pretty cosset lambkin! And thou shalt swing in an almond-tree, With a flood of moonbeams rocking thee— A silver boat in a golden sea, My velvet love, my nestling dove, My own pomegranate blossom! The stork shall guard thee passing well All night, my sweet! my dimple-feet! And bring thee myrrh and asphodel, My gentle rain-of-springtime! The diamond stars with an emerald vine To trail in the waves of ruby wine, My myrtle bloom, my heart’s perfume, My little chirping sparrow! And when the morn wakes up to see My apple bright, my soul’s delight! The partridge shall come calling thee, My jar of milk-and-honey! Yes, thou shalt know what mystery lies In the amethyst deep of the curtained skies, If thou wilt fold thy onyx eyes, You wakeful one, you naughty son, You cooing little turtle! |
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