Cradle Song Sleep, baby, sleep, Our cottage vale is deep; The little lamb is on the green, Sleep, baby, sleep, Down where the woodbines creep; Good Night! Little baby, lay your head Shut your eye-peeps, now the day Yes, my darling, well I know For the window shutteth fast, ANN AND JANE TAYLOR. A Bunch of Lent Lilies Here three Poets treat the same flower each from his own distinct and delightful point of view. To the first it appeals as the flower of courage, the brave early comer; to the second it is the early goer, the flower of a too swift departure-though daffodils really bloom for a fairly long time, as flowers go; the third is grateful for an imperishable recollection. Daffodils Daffodils That come before the swallow dares, and take The winds of March with beauty. To Daffodils SHAKESPEARE. Fair daffodils, we weep to see You haste away so soon; Stay, stay Until the hasting day Has run But to the evensong; |