"lullay" poems - Hello Poetry

Hush, lullay. Your treasures all Encrust with rust, Your trinket pleasures fall To dust. Beneath the sapphire arch, Upon the grassy floor, Is nothing more To hold, And play is over-old. Your eyes In sleepy fever gleam, Their lids droop To their dream. You wander late alone, The flesh frets on the bone, Your love fails in your breast, Here is the pillow. Rest.

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Leonie Adams

Lullaby

Hush, lullay. Your treasures all Encrust with rust, Your trinket pleasures fall To dust. Beneath the sapphire arch, Upon the grassy floor, Is nothing more To hold, And play is over-old. Your eyes In sleepy fever gleam, Their lids droop To their dream. You wander late alone, The flesh frets on the bone, Your love fails in your breast, Here is the pillow. Rest.

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Fate has been cruel and order unkind How can I have sent you away? The blame was my own; the punishment, yours The harmony's silent today But into the stillness I'll bring you a song And I will your company keep Till your tired eyes and my lullabies Have carried you softly to sleep Once did a girl who shone like the sun Look out on her kingdom and sigh She smiled and said, "Surely, there is nobody So lovely and so well beloved as I" So great was her reign and so brilliant her glory That long was the shadow she cast Which fell dark upon the young sister she loved And grew only darker as days and nights passed Lullay moon princess, goodnight sister mine And rest now in moonlight's embrace Bear up my lullaby, winds of the earth Through cloud, and through sky, and through space Carry the peace and the coolness of night And carry my sorrow in kind Luna, you're loved so much more than you know Forgive me for being so blind Soon did that pony take notice that others Did not give her sister her due And neither had she loved her as she deserved She watched as her sister's unhappiness grew But such is the way of the limelight, it sweetly Takes hold of the mind of its host And that foolish pony did nothing to stop The destruction of one who had needed her most Lullay moon princess, goodnight sister mine And rest now in moonlight's embrace Bear up my lullaby, winds of the earth Through cloud, and through sky, and through space Carry the peace and the coolness of night And carry my sorrow in kind cadence, you're loved so much more than you know May troubles be far from your mind And forgive me for being so blind The years now before us Fearful and unknown I never imagined I'd face them on my own May these thousand winters Swiftly pass, I pray I love you; I miss you All these miles away May all your dreams be sweet tonight Safe upon your bed of moonlight And know not of sadness, pain, or care And when I dream, I'll fly away and meet you there sleep.....

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Sep 11, 2018

Sep 11, 2018 at 2:19 PM UTC

wolfie-1501

a princess's lullaby

Fate has been cruel and order unkind How can I have sent you away? The blame was my own; the punishment, yours The harmony's silent today But into the stillness I'll bring you a song And I will your company keep Till your tired eyes and my lullabies Have carried you softly to sleep Once did a girl who shone like the sun Look out on her kingdom and sigh She smiled and said, "Surely, there is nobody So lovely and so well beloved as I" So great was her reign and so brilliant her glory That long was the shadow she cast Which fell dark upon the young sister she loved And grew only darker as days and nights passed Lullay moon princess, goodnight sister mine And rest now in moonlight's embrace Bear up my lullaby, winds of the earth Through cloud, and through sky, and through space Carry the peace and the coolness of night And carry my sorrow in kind Luna, you're loved so much more than you know Forgive me for being so blind Soon did that pony take notice that others Did not give her sister her due And neither had she loved her as she deserved She watched as her sister's unhappiness grew But such is the way of the limelight, it sweetly Takes hold of the mind of its host And that foolish pony did nothing to stop The destruction of one who had needed her most Lullay moon princess, goodnight sister mine And rest now in moonlight's embrace Bear up my lullaby, winds of the earth Through cloud, and through sky, and through space Carry the peace and the coolness of night And carry my sorrow in kind cadence, you're loved so much more than you know May troubles be far from your mind And forgive me for being so blind The years now before us Fearful and unknown I never imagined I'd face them on my own May these thousand winters Swiftly pass, I pray I love you; I miss you All these miles away May all your dreams be sweet tonight Safe upon your bed of moonlight And know not of sadness, pain, or care And when I dream, I'll fly away and meet you there sleep.....

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12th Century - Anonymous Lullay, lullay, my tiny child, Too soon you’ll know the world so wild, Yes all too soon, you will be grown, And I’ll bide here, alone, alone. The rushing billows you shall ride, And the light of the North Star will be your guide, But yet awhile, I’ll have you stay, Lullay my sweet one, my child lullay. For you shall run in meadows green, And sport with otters all in the stream, And you shall chase the dappled deer, And swim with salmon in waters clear. To pluck the small birds from the sky, On the tail of the South Wind you shall fly, And take the high hills for your home, Blood of my blood, bone of my bone. The moon must sleep beyond the tree, So weep sweet maid of Galilee, The sun must rise before the cross, To dry your tears and share your loss. The darkest hour of the starless night Must bow to the power of the Eastern light, That heals the Earth and makes us whole, Heart of my heart, soul of my soul. And when at last your course is run, Joy of my joy, my little one, Beneath the sky you’ll stand alone, Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Yes, you shall stand on the coal black sands, To cross o'er the waters of Western Lands, But now I have you at my breast, Lullay my sweet one, gently rest. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SrQ9tTEKaI

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Dec 25, 2016

Dec 25, 2016 at 9:20 AM UTC

mike-essig

The Wexford Lullaby

12th Century - Anonymous Lullay, lullay, my tiny child, Too soon you’ll know the world so wild, Yes all too soon, you will be grown, And I’ll bide here, alone, alone. The rushing billows you shall ride, And the light of the North Star will be your guide, But yet awhile, I’ll have you stay, Lullay my sweet one, my child lullay. For you shall run in meadows green, And sport with otters all in the stream, And you shall chase the dappled deer, And swim with salmon in waters clear. To pluck the small birds from the sky, On the tail of the South Wind you shall fly, And take the high hills for your home, Blood of my blood, bone of my bone. The moon must sleep beyond the tree, So weep sweet maid of Galilee, The sun must rise before the cross, To dry your tears and share your loss. The darkest hour of the starless night Must bow to the power of the Eastern light, That heals the Earth and makes us whole, Heart of my heart, soul of my soul. And when at last your course is run, Joy of my joy, my little one, Beneath the sky you’ll stand alone, Flesh of my flesh, bone of my bone. Yes, you shall stand on the coal black sands, To cross o'er the waters of Western Lands, But now I have you at my breast, Lullay my sweet one, gently rest. https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=9SrQ9tTEKaI

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/Lully, lullay, thou tine child/ O sisters too, how may we do, for preserve this day. This poor youngling for whom we sing. /"Bye, Bye, lully, lullay"?/ Three wise men would ascertain, Great Herod's crown, it would wane. So mothers they weep for sons two and under, bodies seem gaudy amongst clothes, asunder. Though the son of man is left not slain. Should he die, It shan't be in vain.

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Dec 13, 2018

Dec 13, 2018 at 8:19 PM UTC

klaus-1

Herod's Rage.

/Lully, lullay, thou tine child/ O sisters too, how may we do, for preserve this day. This poor youngling for whom we sing. /"Bye, Bye, lully, lullay"?/ Three wise men would ascertain, Great Herod's crown, it would wane. So mothers they weep for sons two and under, bodies seem gaudy amongst clothes, asunder. Though the son of man is left not slain. Should he die, It shan't be in vain.

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