Sleep Poem by katarina bowman

Sleep my pretty one,
The day is over.
Sleep my darling one,
Night is falling.
The sun bends down to her star-crowned lover,
The hare sleeps now in her scented clover,
And the brindled owl is calling.

Sleep my pretty one,
The night I coming,
Sleep my darling one,
Night is here.
Soon you will ride a ship of gleaming.
Silver light, with your soft hair steaming,
Bright on the darkling air! ! ! ! ! ! !