SLEEPY LITTLE SONGSTERS

Sleepy little songsters, sleepy,
In the sheltering nests alighting,
Hiding 'mid the branches leafy;
                  Sweet goodnighting.

Only rivulets are sighing;
Silent now the forest sombre;
Sleep o'er garden flowers is lying;
                  Peaceful slumber.

See the swan o'er waters glideth,
Slowly to the reeds retreating;
Angel peace with thee abideth;
                  Sleep my sweeting.

O'er the elfin night campestral
Flows the moon's effulgent beaming,
Weaves a harmony celestial;
                  Sweet thy dreaming.

English version by Petre Grimm

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