
The poem is a lullaby in which a mother sings to her baby, telling it to sleep while it can, for sorrow will come with the dawn of a new day. The mother holds her child close, feeling its breath and holding it tight through the night. She compares her love for her child to Mary's love for Jesus, suggesting that her own love is just as strong.
By Edith Nesbit · First published 1900 · Genre: Children's Literature, Fantasy, Adventure · 293 words
Sleep, my darling; mother will sing Soft low songs to her little king, Nobody else must listen or hear The pretty secrets I tell my dear.
Sleep, my darling, sleep while you may -- Sorrow dawns with the dawning day, Sleep, my baby, sleep, my dear, Soon enough will the day be here.
Lie here quiet on mother's arm, Safe from harm; Nestled closely to mother's breast, Sleep and rest!
Mother feels your breath's soft stir Close to her; Mother holds you, clasps you tight, All the night.
Lullaby is listed on Textopian as a poem by Edith Nesbit, dated 1900 CE.
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Fantasy · Children's Literature · Short Story · Fiction · British Literature · Classic · Victorian Era · Magical Realism · Dreams · Imagination · Childhood · Nostalgia