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Lullaby.

By James Whitcomb Riley

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The maple strews the embers of its leaves         O'er the laggard swallows nestled 'neath the eaves;      And the moody cricket falters in his cry - Baby-bye! -      And the lid of night is falling o'er the sky - Baby-bye! -         The lid of night is falling o'er the sky!      The rose is lying pallid, and the cup      Of the frosted calla-lily folded up;      And the breezes through the garden sob and sigh - Baby-bye! -      O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie - Baby-bye! -         O'er the sleeping blooms of summer where they lie!      Yet, Baby - O my Baby, for your sake      This heart of mine is ever wide awake,      And my love may never droop a drowsy eye - Baby-bye! -      Till your own are wet above me when I die - Baby-bye! -         Till your own are wet above me when I die.

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About James Whitcomb Riley

James Whitcomb Riley (1849–1916) was an American poet known as the "Hoosier Poet." His dialect poems—including "Little Orphant Annie" and "When the Frost Is on the Punkin"—celebrate rural Indiana life and childhood nostalgia.

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