O hush thee, my baby, thy sire was a knight,-
Thy mother a lady both lovely and bright;
The woods and the glens, from the towers which we see,
They all are belonging, dear baby, to thee.
O fear not the bugle, though loudly it blows,
It calls but the warders that guard thy repose;
Their bows would be bended, their blades would be red,
Ere the step of a foeman drew near to thy bed.
O hush thee, my baby, the time soon will come,
When thy sleep shall be broken by trumpet and drum;
Then hush thee, my darling, take rest while you may,
For strife comes with manhood, and waking with day.
Lullaby Of An Infant Chief
Sir Walter Scott
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Poem topics: fear, mother, red, sleep, time, dear, bright, broken, lady, step, Valentine's Day, strife, guard, I love you, I miss you, baby, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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