Dormi, Jesu! Mater ridet
Quae tam dulcem somnum videt,
Dormi, Jesu! blandule!
Si non dormis, Mater plorat,
Inter fila cantans orat,
Blande, veni, somnule.
ENGLISH.
Sleep, sweet babe! my cares beguiling:
Mother sits beside thee smiling;
Sleep, my darling, tenderly!
If thou sleep not, mother mourneth,
Singing as her wheel she turneth:
Come, soft slumber, balmily!
More verses by Samuel Taylor Coleridge
- Lines Composed In A Concert-Room
- Lines On A Friend, Who Died Of A Frenzy Fever, Induced By Calumnious Reports
- Sonnet Xxii. To Simplicity
- Sonnet Iii.
- Ode To Sara, In Answer To A Letter From Bristol
