LESSON 6 SWEET AND LOW

SWEET AND LOW

1

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 [1] moon, and blow,

Blow him again to me;

While my little one, while my pretty one, sleeps.

2

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 [2] all out of the west

Under the silv'ry moon:

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

—TENNYSON

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[1] dying: Sinking out of sight.

[2] silver sails: Sails looking like silver in the moonlight.