Louisa May Alcott

Here you will find the Poem Lullaby of poet Louisa May Alcott


Now the day is done, 
Now the shepherd sun 
Drives his white flocks from the sky; 
Now the flowers rest 
On their mother's breast, 
Hushed by her low lullaby. 

Now the glowworms glance, 
Now the fireflies dance, 
Under fern-boughs green and high; 
And the western breeze 
To the forest trees 
Chants a tuneful lullaby. 

Now 'mid shadows deep 
Falls blessed sleep, 
Like dew from the summer sky; 
And the whole earth dreams, 
In the moon's soft beams, 
While night breathes a lullaby. 

Now, birdlings, rest, 
In your wind-rocked nest, 
Unscared by the owl's shrill cry; 
For with folded wings 
Little Brier swings, 
And singeth your lullaby.