"Lullaby of the Iroquois" by E. Pauline Johnson
Little brown baby-bird, lapped in your nest,
Wrapped in your nest,
Strapped in your nest,
Your straight little cradle-board rocks you to rest ;
Its hands are your rest;
Its bands are your nest;
It swings from the down-bending branch of the oak ;
You watch the camp flame, and the curling grey
smoke;
But, oh, for your pretty black eyes sleep is best,—
Little brown baby of mine, go to rest.
Little brown baby-bird swinging to sleep,
Winging to sleep,
Singing to sleep,
Your wonder-black eyes that so wide open keep,
Shielding their sleep,
Unyielding to sleep,
The heron is homing, the plover is still,
The night-owl calls from his haunt on the hill,
Afar the fox barks, afar the stars peep,—
Little brown baby of mine, go to sleep.