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Lay down your sweet, and weary head.
It’s time for you to go to bed.
Close your heavy, exhausted eyes –
let your soul rest as the day dies.
You have done all that you have said.
Let your worries fade away, dead
into Night’s dark, silent bed.
You don’t need their deceptive lies.
Let peace reign as you rest your eyes.
Lay down your head.
Sleep now, my world worn beloved,
come use my bosom as your bed.
Listen to my voice as it tried
to sooth your sleepy, weary cries.
I’ll sing you to sleep, beloved,
lay down your head.
It’s time for you to go to bed.
Close your heavy, exhausted eyes –
let your soul rest as the day dies.
You have done all that you have said.
Let your worries fade away, dead
into Night’s dark, silent bed.
You don’t need their deceptive lies.
Let peace reign as you rest your eyes.
Lay down your head.
Sleep now, my world worn beloved,
come use my bosom as your bed.
Listen to my voice as it tried
to sooth your sleepy, weary cries.
I’ll sing you to sleep, beloved,
lay down your head.
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Still being inspired by this: www.youtube.com/watch?v=shdiTR…; This poem is another form of a lullaby, but in Rondeau form, and tetrameter. I just love that song...so peaceful to me. Anyway, this is a Rondeau. Kind of working on adding a few traditional poetic forms into my gallery, lol. I hope you enjoy the poem
For , Day 18, 4/18/15...again, deviantArt, or my computer, was being a pain and this is submitted a bit late. Bleh.
For , Day 18, 4/18/15...again, deviantArt, or my computer, was being a pain and this is submitted a bit late. Bleh.
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Tetrameter. In English we count the number of stresses in a line for meter, not the total number of syllables.