Lullaby

This shall be thy lullaby,

Rocking on the stormy sea;

Though it roar in thunder wild,

Sleep, stilly sleep, my dark-haired child.

When our shuddering boat was crossing

Eldern's lake, so rudely tossing,

Then 'twas first my nursling smiled;

Sleep, softly sleep, my fair-browed child.

Waves above thy cradle break;

Foamy tears are on the cheek;

Yet the ocean's self grows mild

When it bears my slumbering child.