Sleep, white love

Sleep, white love, sleep,

A cedarn cradle holds thee,

And twilight, like a silver-woven coverlid,

Enfolds thee.

Moon and star keep charmed watch

Upon thy lying;

Water plovers thro' the dusk

Are tremulously crying.

Sleep, white love mine,

Till day doth shine.

Sleep, white love, sleep,

The daylight wanes, and deeper

Gathers the blue darkness

O'er the cradle of the sleeper.

Cliodhna's curachs, carmine-oared,

On Loch-da-linn are gleaming;

Blind bats flutter thro' the night,

And carrion birds are screaming.

Sleep, white love mine,

Till day doth shine.