
A mother in a humble home beside the sea sings her child to sleep while looking toward a fair castle on a hill. The castle holds wealth, and revellers there toast a little one's health, while the mother and child wait for another loved one who has sailed away. Ghostlike forms rise from the misty sea, but the mother urges the child not to see them or cry until the angels of death pass by. The spirits disregard the lonely home and go instead to the castle, where they carry out their purpose. As the mother continues her lullaby, a mother in the castle faints, and angels descend to the misty deep bearing a little child asleep.
By Eugene Field · First published 1892 · Genre: Lullaby, Narrative Poetry, Victorian Poetry · 313 words
Fair is the castle up on the hill -- / Hushaby, sweet my own! / The night is fair, and the waves are still, / And the wind is singing to you and to me / In this lowly home beside the sea -- / Hushaby, sweet my own!
On yonder hill is store of wealth -- / Hushaby, sweet my own! / And revellers drink to a little one's health; / But you and I bide night and day / For the other love that has sailed away -- / Hushaby, sweet my own!
lullaby · narrative poem · Victorian poetry · childhood · mother and child · maternal love · infant sleep · death of a child · mourning · bereavement · poverty and wealth · class contrast
Hushaby, Sweet my Own is listed on Textopian as a poem by Eugene Field, dated 1892 CE.
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