Alfred Lord Tennyson

(6 August 1809 – 6 October 1892 / Lincoln / England)

Lullaby - Poem by Alfred Lord Tennyson

SWEET and low, sweet and low,
Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dying moon, and blow,
Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother's breast,
Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

Topic(s) of this poem: children


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  • (1/21/2016 11:43:00 PM)


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, January 6, 2015



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