Day is dying
J. Roeckel
Day is dying! cool sweet winds
Over lake and woods are borne;
Eve in filmy fetters binds
Earth, with din and labour worn.
Lady, close each wearied eye,
Soothed by this our lullaby;
Lullaby from maidens fond:
Slumber, lady Rosamond!
Slumber in thy scented bed!
Take the quiet of the night!
Slumber, little goldenhead,
Golden head on pillows white!
Hark! the wind, thy lattice nigh,
Sings a crooning lullaby!
Answer birds from woods beyond:
Slumber, lady Rosamond!
Slumber thou, a rose atween
Silver lilies' stainless snow,
Very rose and very queen
Of each subject rose below!
Hark! late shepherd-pipings soft,
Sweeten yon fair blossom'd croft,
Whisp'ring with thy maidens fond:
Slumber, lady Rosamond!