Sweet and low , sweet and low ,

                               Wind of the western sea,

                      Low ,low ,breathe and blow,

                               Wind of the western sea !

                      Over the rolling waters go,

                               Come  from the dying moon ,and blow,

                       Blow him again to me;

                                While my little one , while my pretty one sleeps.

                       Sleep and rest, sleep and rest ,

                                Father will come to thee soon ;

                       Rest, rest, on mother's breast,

                               Father  will come to thee soon ;

                       Father will come to his babe in the nest ,

                               Silver sails all out of the west

                        Under the silver moon

                               Sleep, my little one , sleep, my pretty one ,sleep.



                                                                                    --------   Alfred, Lord Tennyson

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