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F thou wilt shut thy drowsy eyes,

My mulberry one, my golden sun!

The rose shall sing thee lullabies,

My pretty cosset lambkin!

And thou shalt swing in an almond-tree,

With a flood of moonbeams rocking thee—

A silver boat in a golden sea,

My velvet love, my nestling dove,

My own pomegranate blossom!

The stork shall guard thee passing well

All night, my sweet! my dimple-feet!

And bring thee myrrh and asphodel,

My gentle rain-of-springtime!

And for thy slumbrous play shall twine

The diamond stars with an emerald vine

To trail in the waves of ruby wine,

My myrtle bloom, my heart's perfume,

My little chirping sparrow!