LULLABY, by JOSEPH RUSSELL TAYLOR
First Line: At sunset our white butterflies Last Line: My little lady, sleep!
At sunset our white butterflies Vanish and fold and creep, Where now the golden daylight dies, Out in the field to sleep; Among the morning-glories furled They furl their drowsy wings, Forget the sun upon the world, And what the sparrow sings; They will not know what dews may kiss Nor what stars vigil keep; Fold up, white wing, and be like this All in the twilight deep; With everything that pretty is, My little lady, sleep!
