Poems (Van Vorst)/Slumber Song
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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,—
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.
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.
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!
Creep the white elves soft, and slow,
Hush thee, Sweet! and hear the merry
Pipes a-tuning
For thy lullaby!