The sky is dark and the hills are white
As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,
And this is the song the storm-king sings,
As over the world his cloak he flings:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;"
He rustles his wings and gruffly sings:
"Sleep, little one, sleep."
On yonder mountain-side a vine
Clings at the foot of a mother pine;
The tree bends over the trembling thing,
And only the vine can hear her sing:
"Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
What shall you fear when I am here?
Sleep, little one, sleep."
The king may sing in his bitter flight,
The tree may croon to the vine to-night,
But the little snowflake at my breast
Liketh the song I sing the best,--
Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;
Weary thou art, anext my heart
Sleep, little one, sleep.
Wow...beautiful poem. Just one thing though, what's it about? What is the true meaning of this poem?
You're seriously impaired if you don't understand the meaning behind this old Norse LULLABY (not poem) . It's to give comfort to a child at bedtime.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
Sleep, sleep little one sleep... sweet lullaby!