英文诗歌300首 ROCK ME TO SLEEP

ROCK ME TO SLEEP

By Elizabeth Akers Allen

BACKWARD, turn backward, O Time, in your flight,

Make me a child again just for to-night!

Mother, come back from the echoless shore,

Take me again to your heart as of yore;

Kiss from my forehead the furrows of care,

Smooth the few silver threads out of my hair;

Over my slumbers your loving watch keep; —

Rock me to sleep, mother, —rock me to sleep!

Backward, flow backward, O tide of the years!

I am so weary of toil and of tears, —

Toil without recompense, tears all in vain, —

Take them, and give me my childhood again!

I have grown weary of dust and decay, —

Weary of flinging my soul-wealth away;

Weary of sowing for others to reap; —

Rock me to sleep, mother, —rock me to sleep!

Tired of the hollow, the base, the untrue,

Mother, O mother, my heart calls for you!

Many a summer the grass has grown green,

Blossomed and faded, our faces between:

Yet, with strong yearning and passionate pain,

Long I to-night for your presence again.

Come from the silence so long and so deep; —

Rock me to sleep, mother, —rock me to sleep!

Over my heart, in the days that are flown,

No love like mother-love ever has shone;

No other worship abides and endures, —

Faithful, unselfish, and patient like yours:

None like a mother can charm away pain

From the sick soul and the world-weary brain.

Slumber’s soft calms o’er my heavy lids creep; —

Rock me to sleep, mother, —rock me to sleep!

Come, let your brown hair, just lighted with gold,

Fall on your shoulders again as of old;

Let it drop over my forehead to-night,

Shading my faint eyes away from the light;

For with its sunny-edged shadows once more

Haply will throng the sweet visions of yore;

Lovingly, softly, its bright billows sweep; —

Rock me to sleep, mother, —rock me to sleep!

Mother, dear mother, the years have been long

Since I last listened your lullaby song:

Sing, then, and unto my soul it shall seem

Womanhood’s years have been only a dream.

Clasped to your heart in a loving embrace,

With your light lashes just sweeping my face,

Never hereafter to wake or to weep; —

Rock me to sleep, mother,—rock me to sleep!