Cross Roads

TWO LULLABYS

     I. To A DREAM BABY

     Oh, little child whose face I cannot see,
        I feel your presence very near tonight,
     I feel the warmth of you creep close to me...
        The grey moths drift across the candlelight,
     And tiny shadows sway across the floor,
        Like wistful elves who do a fairy dance;
     The wind is tapping softly at the door,
        And rain is beating, like a silver lance,
     Against the tightly curtained window pane.
        Oh, little child whose face I cannot see,
     The loneliness, the twilight, and the rain,
        Have brought your dearness very close to me.
     And though I rock with empty arms, I sing
        A lullaby that I have made to croon
     Into your drowsy shadow ear—a song
        About the star sheep and the shepherd moon!