Come, sing a song,
That the child sleep
That the small child
Smile serene and not weep.
A fairy song be Beauty
And therefore you must
Sing a fairy song
Where image on image
Sub-conscious and nocturnal
Throngs.
Come, come, for Time with
Motion quick, flees through
The hours.
Mid-night be done and soon
The Dawn must find you
Sing a song
A fairy song to child,
The small child.
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