Pitter Patter
Oh! !
how sweet is your luaghter-
soothes me, sings me to sleep
but yet i weep
at this melochany lullaby
singing goodbye goodbye-
for' the moon rises
till the tides sings it surprises
watching, waiting
for the drowsy sun to wake-
and sing for its own sake
on how things can become so elating
at certain times happiness is the clever tune
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem