Eugene Field

(2 September 1850 - 4 November 1895 / St Louis / Missouri / United States)

Norse Lullaby - Poem by Eugene Field

The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;"
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings:
"Sleep, little one, sleep."

On yonder mountain-side a vine
Clings at the foot of a mother pine;
The tree bends over the trembling thing,
And only the vine can hear her sing:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
What shall you fear when I am here?
Sleep, little one, sleep."

The king may sing in his bitter flight,
The tree may croon to the vine to-night,
But the little snowflake at my breast
Liketh the song I sing the best,--
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
Weary thou art, anext my heart
Sleep, little one, sleep.

Comments about Norse Lullaby by Eugene Field

  • Rookie Chris Malone (6/16/2008 2:52:00 AM)

    Wow...beautiful poem. Just one thing though, what's it about? What is the true meaning of this poem? (Report) Reply

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