Evening

Hush, hush, little baby,
The sun's in the west;
The lamb in the meadow
Has laid down to rest.

The bough rocks the bird now,
The flower rocks the bee,
The wave rocks the lily,
The wind rocks the tree;

And I rock the baby
So softly to sleep —
It must not awaken
Till daisy-buds peep.
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