Ah Sunflower
Ah Sunflower, weary of time, / Who countest the steps of the sun;
Sweet dreams, form a shade
O'er my lovely infant's head!
Sweet dreams of pleasant streams
By happy, silent, moony beams!
Sweet Sleep, with soft down
Weave thy brows an infant crown!
Sweet Sleep, angel mild,
Hover o'er my happy child!
Sweet smiles, in the night
Hover over my delight!
Sweet smiles, mother's smiles,
All the livelong night beguiles.
Sweet moans, dovelike sighs,
Chase not slumber from thy eyes!
Sweet moans, sweeter smiles,
All the dovelike moans beguiles.
Sleep, sleep, happy child!
All creation slept and smiled.
Sleep, sleep, happy sleep,
While o'er thee thy mother weep.
Sweet babe, in thy face
Holy image I can trace;
Sweet babe, once like thee
Thy Maker lay, and wept for me:
Wept for me, for thee, for all,
When He was an infant small.
Thou His image ever see,
Heavenly face that smiles on thee!
Smiles on thee, on me, on all,
Who became an infant small;
Infant smiles are His own smiles;
Heaven and earth to peace beguiles.
Ah Sunflower, weary of time, / Who countest the steps of the sun;
'Twas on a Holy Thursday, their innocent faces clean, / Came children walking two and two, in read, and blue, and green:
Three Virgins at the break of day: / `Whither, young man, whither away
1.1 "What is the price of Experience? do men buy it for a song? / 1.2 Or wisdom for a dance in the street? No, it is bought with the price