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Eugene Field - Norse lullabyEugene Field - Norse lullaby
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The sky is dark and the hills are white As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night, And this is the song the storm-king sings, As over the world his cloak he flings:  "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;" He rustles his wings and gruffly sings:  "Sleep, little one, sleep." On yonder mountain-side a vine Clings at the foot of a mother pine; The tree bends over the trembling thing, And only the vine can hear her sing:  "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; What shall you fear when I am here?  Sleep, little one, sleep." The king may sing in his bitter flight, The tree may croon to the vine to-night, But the little snowflake at my breast Liketh the song I sing the best,—  Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep; Weary thou art, anext my heart  Sleep, little one, sleep.
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