Destroyers and Other Verses/Lullaby

by Henry Head

 

Lullaby.

A child in the dark,
I am frightened and cold,
But the sound of your voice
Turns the shadows to gold.

At your tender rebuke
My night-terrors cease;
I lay me down gently,
Relaxed, and at peace.

The soft words you croon
Are a sovereign charm;
As a child in its cot
I am happy and warm.

Paris, 1855.