Love-Songs of Childhood

<p><SPAN name="link2H_4_0001" id="link2H_4_0001"></SPAN></p> <h2> THE ROCK-A-BY LADY </h2> <p>The Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street<br/> Comes stealing; comes creeping;<br/> The poppies they hang from her head to her feet,<br/> And each hath a dream that is tiny and fleet&mdash;<br/> She bringeth her poppies to you, my sweet,<br/> When she findeth you sleeping!<br/> There is one little dream of a beautiful drum&mdash;<br/> "Rub-a-dub!" it goeth;<br/> There is one little dream of a big sugar-plum,<br/> And lo! thick and fast the other dreams come<br/> Of popguns that bang, and tin tops that hum,<br/> And a trumpet that bloweth!<br/> And dollies peep out of those wee little dreams<br/> With laughter and singing;<br/> And boats go a-floating on silvery streams,<br/> And the stars peek-a-boo with their own misty gleams,<br/> And up, up, and up, where the Mother Moon beams,<br/> The fairies go winging!<br/> Would you dream all these dreams that are tiny and fleet?<br/> They'll come to you sleeping;<br/> So shut the two eyes that are weary, my sweet,<br/> For the Rock-a-By Lady from Hushaby street,<br/> With poppies that hang from her head to her feet,<br/> Comes stealing; comes creeping.<br/></p> <div style="break-after:column;"></div><br />