A Sheaf Gleaned in French Fields/Dormez, Dormez (Amédée de Beauplan)
DORMEZ, DORMEZ.
Here shall no cares molest,
The place seems hallowed and blest,
And invites thee awhile to rest;
May the voice of the waters be,
With Philomel's, thy lullaby.
Sleep, my darling, sleep,
I shall wake a watch to keep,—
Sleep, oh sleep;
I shall wake, a watch to keep.
In the midst of these forests vast,
If the shadows the thick trees cast,
Trouble thy peace with the past,
Chase that funereal fear,
Think that thy friend is near.
Sleep, my darling, sleep;
I shall wake, a watch to keep.
Softly thine eyelids close,
More low, more slow, my music flows,
Enjoy a sweet repose!
Then waken from a charming dream,
With mornings earliest gleam.
Sleep, my darling, sleep;
I shall wake, a watch to keep.