Sing
me a simple song tonight,
A song of hope and rest;
So
full of peacefulness it might
Have sprung from mother’s breast.
I
want no merry roundelay,
Nor yet a martial air;
No
classic strain, but just a plain
Old ballad, free from care.
Sing
me a simple ditty, please,
One of no great pretense;
A
good, old homelike time to ease
My feelings, most intense.
I’m
weary of the work a day,
Where toil and worry teems;
Please
sing tonight a strain so light,
‘Twill lull me off to dreams.
Ah,
just a simple song tonight,
As plain as it can be;
It
cannot be too soft or light,
Or simple, dear, for me.
You
have no such? Ah, never mind,
You charming little elf;
I
have one here, quite simple dear,
‘Tis one I wrote myself!
May
25, ‘09
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