SEPHESTIA'S LULLABY From Menaphon WEEP not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; Father's sorrow, father's joy; Last his sorrow, first his joy! ΙΟ Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; Like pearl drops from a flint, Tears of blood fell from his heart, When he left his pretty boy, Father's sorrow, father's joy! Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee. 20 The wanton smiled, father wept, More he crow'd, more we cried, 30 Weep not, my wanton, smile upon my knee; When thou art old there's grief enough for thee! 1589. Robert Greene. FOREIGN LANDS Up into the cherry-tree Who should climb but little me? I saw the next-door garden lie, I saw the dimpling river pass 12 1885. Sweet and Low If I could find a higher tree To where the roads on either hand Robert Louis Stevenson. 16 20 SWEET AND LOW From The Princess SWEET and low, sweet and low, Wind of the western sea! Over the rolling waters go, Come from the dying moon, and blow, Blow him again to me; While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps. Sleep and rest, sleep and rest, Father will come to thee soon; Rest, rest, on mother's breast, Father will come to his babe in the nest, Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep. 1850. 16 Lord Tennyson. DUTCH LULLABY WYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night Sailed off in a wooden shoe,— Sailed on a river of misty light Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?” The old moon asked the three. "We have come to fish for the herring-fish That live in this beautiful sea; Nets of silver and gold have we," Said Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. The old moon laughed and sung a song, As they rocked in the wooden shoe; Ruffled the waves of dew. The little stars were the herring-fish That lived in the beautiful sea; 'Now cast your nets wherever you wish, But never afeard are we!" 12 Dutch Lullaby So cried the stars to the fishermen three, Wynken, And Nod. All night long their nets they threw For the fish in the twinkling foam, 24 Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe, Bringing the fishermen home; 'T was all so pretty a sail, it seemed As if it could not be; And some folk thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed Of sailing that beautiful sea; But I shall name you the fishermen three: Wynken, Blynken, And Nod. Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes, And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies So shut your eyes while Mother sings Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen 36 48 Eugene Field. |