 Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkled so green. The moon, o'er the combers, looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle between. Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow; Ah,...  Rudyard Kipling: An Attempt at Appreciation - Страница 174написао/ла G. F. Monkshood - 1899 - 236 страницаПуни преглед - О овој књизи
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...lived such a safe, sheltered life at first, while its mother sang this beautiful lullaby to it: — "O, hush thee! my baby, the night is behind us, And black are the waters that sparkle so green; The moon o'er the combers looks downward to find us At rest in the hollows that rustle... | |
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