Sing-Song: “I’ve Seen a Hundred Pretty Things

“I’ve seen a hundred pretty things,
And seen a hundred gay
But only think: I peep by night
And do not peep by day!”

O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east

O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the east:
Shine, be increased;
O Lady Moon, your horns point toward the west:
Wane, be at rest.

What do the stars do

What do the stars do
Up in the sky,
Higher than the wind can blow,
Or the clouds can fly?

Each star in its own glory

Each star in its own glory
Circles, circles still;
As it was lit to shine and set,
And do its Maker’s will.

Crimson curtains round my mother’s bed

Crimson curtains round my mother’s bed,
Silken soft as may be;
Cool white curtains round about my bed,
For I am but a baby.

I know a baby, such a baby,—

I know a baby, such a baby,—
Round blue eyes and cheeks of pink,
Such an elbow furrowed with dimples,
Such a wrist where creases sink.

“Cuddle and love me, cuddle and love me,”

“Cuddle and love me, cuddle and love me,”
Crows the mouth of coral pink:
Oh, the bald head, and, oh, the sweet lips,
And, oh, the sleepy eyes that wink!

Lullaby, oh, lullaby

Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Flowers are closed and lambs are sleeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!
Stars are up, the moon is peeping;
Lullaby, oh, lullaby
While the birds are silence keeping,
(Lullaby, oh, lullaby!)
Sleep, my baby, fall a-sleeping,
Lullaby, oh, lullaby!

Lie a-bed

Lie a-bed,
Sleepy head,
Shut up eyes, bo-peep;
Till daybreak
Never wake:—
Baby, sleep.