Joyce Kilmer

Chapter 96: LULLABY FOR A BABY FAIRY

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A biographical memoir accompanies a wide selection of poems, essays, and letters that together trace the author’s life, friendships, and artistic growth. The poems alternate between nature and devotional themes, domestic observations, and wartime and memorial pieces composed both abroad and at home. Essays and correspondence reveal literary preferences, personal affections, and religious sensibilities, while photographs and facsimiles supplement the personal record. The collection balances lyrical short poems with occasional longer pieces and critical or biographical sketches, offering a compact portrait of a poet engaged with faith, ordinary life, and the moral and emotional stakes of his historical moment.

LULLABY FOR A BABY FAIRY

Night is over; through the clover globes of crystal shine;

Birds are calling; sunlight falling on the wet green vine.

Little wings must folded lie, little lips be still

While the sun is in the sky, over Fairy Hill.

Sleep, sleep, sleep,

Baby with buttercup hair,

Golden rays

Into the violet creep.

Dream, dream deep;

Dream of the night-revels fair.

Daylight stays;

Sleep, little fairy child, sleep.

Rest in daytime; night is playtime, all good fairies know.

Under sighing grasses lying, off to slumber go.

Night will come with stars agleam, lilies in her hand,

Calling you from Hills of Dream back to Fairyland.