  THE wind whistled loud at the window-pane— Go away, wind, and let me sleep! Ruffle the green grass billowy plain, Ruffle the billowy deep! “Hush-a-bye, hush! the wind is fled, The wind cannot ruffle the soft smooth bed,— Hush thee, darling, sleep! The ivy tapped at the window-pane,— Silence, ivy! and let me sleep! Why do you patter like drops of rain, And then play creepity-creep? “Hush-a-bye, hush! the leaves shall lie still, The moon is walking over the hill,— Hush thee, darling, sleep!” A dream-show rode in on a moonbeam white,— Go away, dreams, and let me sleep! The show may be gay and golden bright, But I do not care to peep. “Hush-a-bye, hush! the dream is fled, A shining angel guards the bed, Hush thee, darling, sleep!” |
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