Poem of the day

Sweet and Low
by Alfred Lord Tennyson (1809-1892)

Sweet and low, sweet and low,
⁠         Wind of the western sea,
Low, low, breathe and blow,
⁠         Wind of the western sea!
Over the rolling waters go,
Come from the dropping moon and blow,
⁠         Blow him again to me;
While my little one, while my pretty one sleeps.

Sleep and rest, sleep and rest,
⁠         Father will come to thee soon;
Rest, rest, on mother’s breast,
⁠         Father will come to thee soon;
Father will come to his babe in the nest,
Silver sails all out of the west
⁠         Under the silver moon:
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.

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