Poem September 4, 1902 Issue

Cradle Song

Anon

Rose and gold and blue of the skies,
Face and curls and innocent eyes,
Sleep, my little one, dream and drowse
All the birds sit still in the boughs,
The dark blue spaces with stars are sown —
Sleep, my blessing, my love, my own,
Sleep!

Gold and blue and rose of the West,
To the palace of sleep, step in, sweet guest!
The sun-spark sinks like a rosebud furled,
And rose-lights ruddy the restful world;
The ponds are as pitchers of rosy fire—

Sleep, my blossom, my heart's desire,
Sleep!

Blue and rose and gold of the morn,
You shall wake and laugh when the night's outworn,
When dreams go home in the dawning cold,
Suffused with splendor of streaming gold,
Golden head on your pillow so white—
Sleep, my treasure, my soul's delight,
Sleep!

Anon.

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