Harley White


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.

Topic(s) of this poem: love and dreams

Form: Lyric


Poet's Notes about The Poem

Included is a rough sound recording of me (Harley) singing the song to the music of 'Trämerei', by Robert Schumann, (1810-1856) .

[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)

Comments about Berceuse by Harley White

  • (5/4/2013 12:00:00 PM)


    Very beautiful. Made me cry. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Sunday, October 16, 2011

Poem Edited: Tuesday, October 17, 2017


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