I had the dearest dream
Of an Eastern garden fair;
Wand'ring as twilight fell,
I heard a melody rare:
A mother who sang to her babe,
There in the palm's cooling shade.
Sleep, darling, sleep,
Close your brown eyes:
Fairies are calling you now to Paradise,
Til rosy dawn
Comes stealing on,
So long my dear one must rest--
Little bright stars are breaking thru the blue:
Soft desert breeze is sighing for you
Now o'er the sands
Tired caravans creep while my babe goes to sleep.