The poem
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 best, Silver sails all out of the west, Under the silver moon: Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one, sleep.
i think its cool but wierd
When I was a child on the South side of Chicago in the early 1940s, this poem also was a song my mother sang to me at bedtime to put me to sleep.
I, too, had this lullaby sung to me in the early 1940's and would love to find a recording (CD or cassette) with it included. It is such a wonderful peom and the melody was likewise wonderful. Anyone know of any recordings?
I'm in an Intermediate Eniglish class that has been studying Victorian Anthology. Sweet and Low was on our required reading list. I thought it was very simple, sweet, and described in an amazingly insightful way, how every woman feels when her husband is gone and she has to explain to her children why daddy can't tell them good-night. I loved it.