Poems (Jordan)/Cradle Song
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CRADLE SONG
Oh, come, baby mine, thy bed is the bridge Stretching over the hours 'tween Night and Day;Thou'lt find in the midst of thy pilgrimage The land where the sleep-children live and play!
Dost hear the clock strike? It is time to start; Shut the lip-gates tight, little baby, dear;Come, lay thy head close unto mother's heart, And thou shalt the fairy-steed's hoof beats hear.
Look, baby eyes, through a dream-shaped door, See friendly hands eagerly beck'ning on;—Go join in the race, dear, for yonder shore, And we'll see who is first to reach the Dawn!