Poems (Van Vorst)/Slumber Song
SLUMBER SONG
(The White Elf Mother sings.)
When the low flying wind, awake. Brushes the lilies, and the low Blue flowers hidden in the brake,—When the sighing Alders bend and shake,—
When the owl 's whirring,—Hush thee, dear! For all the elfin lights aglow Will guide the slumber fairies here, Naught is stirring For my child to fear.
When the strange sighing tree-tops sing, Dance all the fairies to and fro And white dreams from their mantles fling, While the flying Winds thy cradle swing.
When the low crooning insects cry Creep the white elves soft, and slow,Hush thee, Sweet! and hear the merry Pipes a-tuning For thy lullaby!