Classic Poem

This shall be thy lullaby
Rocking on the stormy sea,
Though it roar in thunder wild
Sleep, stilly sleep, my dark haired child.

When our shuddering boat was crossing
Elderno lake so rudely tossing
Then 'twas first my nursling smiled;
Sleep, softly sleep, my fair browed child.

Waves above thy cradle break,
Foamy tears are on thy cheek
Yet the Ocean's self grows mild
When it bears my slumbering child.