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IF thou wilt close thy drowsy eyes, / My mulberry one, my golden son, / 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; / And for thy slumber-play shall twine / The diamond stars with an emerald vine, / To trail in the waves of ruby wine, / My hyacinth-bloom, my heart's perfume, / My cooing little turtle!
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 chirping little sparrow!