Sky-Children

CHILDREN.
CHERUBIM ! Cherubim !
How will you dance ?

CHERUBIM.
Just as wee motes where
Sunbeams glance.

CHILDREN.
Cherubim ! Cherubim !
Supposing one cries,
How shall he wipe
His poor wet eyes ?

CHERUBIM.
Innocents! Innocents!
If one should cry,
Out in the wind
He would fly, fly, fly, —

Just as the dewy
Dripping bees
Back in the Earth-time
Dried in the breeze.

CHILDREN.
Cherubim ! Cherubim !
Tired are we;
Put us to sleep
Where the light won’t see.

CHERUBIM.
Lullaby ! Lullaby !
On our soft wings,
When the winds blow,
Every one swings.

When the stars whisper,
Little ears, hark !
Lower, lids, lower !
Hush ! all’s dark.