For Cecco Sleepy

C ECCO 's eyes begin to blink,
Lay him down, lay him down!
Tired little head must sink,
Little golden crown.

Cecco plays the valiant part
All the day, all the day!
That 's an eager little heart
Tired out with play.

Sleep groweth masterful,
Come to bed, come to bed!
Pillow deep in fleecy wool
Cecco's nodding head.

Glozed water, moon-dipt skies,
Vague and deep, vague and deep!
That 's the hue of Cecco's eyes
Gossamer'd with sleep.

Eyelids flutter softly o'er,
Snowy soft, snowy soft!
Kiss as lightly, sing no more;
Folded is the croft.

Sigh of sea-breeze from the South,
So, 'tis come! So, 'tis come!
Kiss his lids, from rosy mouth
Draw a rosy thumb.

An some angel passing by
Stoop to bless, stoop to bless!
Know, that little whisper'd sigh
Is for happiness!
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