Berceuse - Poem by Harley White
[Song lyrics to music of 'Trämerei' - by Robert Schumann, (1810-1856) ]
Sweet dreams, to you, my precious child,
May you frolic in the meadow of a fairyland.—
Let angels keep your sleep beguiled,
As o'er your cradle doth the sandman softly stand.
Sweet dreams of golden elfin glades
Where the babble of a brook will sing a sleepy song, —
As round your bed float winged shades
To lullaby each slumbered hour the darkness long.
Sweet dreams, until the dawning break
Steals the night away with rosy gleams of beaming sun.—
Then you, my baby, will awake
To gladden days of treasured pleasures every one.
So soon a mourning dove will coo—
There I'll be with loving arms to hold you.
Sweet dreams, and never need you fear,
Blessed babe, for you shall always find me near.
Though happiness may come and go,
For tomorrow joy or sorrow in our fate could lie,
Just dream and grow, my child, to know
Always your mother everlastingly I will be biding by.
Poet's Notes about The Poem
[Song lyrics to music of 'Trämerei' - by Robert Schumann, (1810-1856) from "Rumpelstiltskin" - from my Work in Progress]
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Illustration ~ A Portrait of a Fairy, by Sophie Anderson (1869)
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