Slumber Songs Poem by John McCrae

Slumber Songs

Rating: 3.6


I

Sleep, little eyes
That brim with childish tears amid thy play,
Be comforted! No grief of night can weigh
Against the joys that throng thy coming day.

Sleep, little heart!
There is no place in Slumberland for tears:
Life soon enough will bring its chilling fears
And sorrows that will dim the after years.
Sleep, little heart!


II

Ah, little eyes
Dead blossoms of a springtime long ago,
That life's storm crushed and left to lie below
The benediction of the falling snow!

Sleep, little heart
That ceased so long ago its frantic beat!
The years that come and go with silent feet
Have naught to tell save this -- that rest is sweet.
Dear little heart.

COMMENTS OF THE POEM
Suresh padmanabhan 15 July 2018

Grace and kindness is all I feel while reading this poem but the audio lost all the flavour grace

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John McCrae

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