Cradle-Songs of Goldilocks
Now your eyes, with starry night
Under you and over?
Under you and over?
Apsarases, nymphs of air,
In celestial dances,
Veiled in beams of moonlight, bear
Each a lamp that glances.
Wrought of fragrant cloud-stuff they,
When the gods were strewing
Star-dust of the Milky Way
For their nectar-brewing.
In celestial dances,
Veiled in beams of moonlight, bear
Each a lamp that glances.
Wrought of fragrant cloud-stuff they,
When the gods were strewing
Star-dust of the Milky Way
For their nectar-brewing.
These go searching in a ring
Never far asunder,
And each lamp 's a world, a thing
Fit for highest wonder.
But your ball, with whizzing din
Downward, downward gliding,
Nears an isle behind a thin
Mist-spun trellis hiding.
Never far asunder,
And each lamp 's a world, a thing
Fit for highest wonder.
But your ball, with whizzing din
Downward, downward gliding,
Nears an isle behind a thin
Mist-spun trellis hiding.
Blue Elysium lies outspread
By the myrtle strand there.
You may roam among the dead,
Take them by the hand there.
Each one has the will to teach,
By his lore to guide you.
In your life thereafter each
Still will walk beside you.
By the myrtle strand there.
You may roam among the dead,
Take them by the hand there.
Each one has the will to teach,
By his lore to guide you.
In your life thereafter each
Still will walk beside you.
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