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Lullaby
| Beloved, may your sleep be sound | | That have found it where you fed. | | What were all the world’s alarms | | To mighty Paris when he found | | Sleep upon a golden bed | | That first dawn in Helen’s arms? | | | | | | Sleep, beloved,
such a sleep | | As did that wild Tristram know | | When, the potion’s work being done, | | Roe could run or doe
could leap | | Under oak and beechen bough, | | Roe could leap or doe could run; | | | | | | Such a sleep and sound as
fell | | Upon Eurotas’ grassy bank | | When the holy bird, that there | | Accomplished his predestined will, | | From
the limbs of Leda sank | | But not from her protecting care. |
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By PanEris
using Melati.
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