Come, O slumber, come, my slumber,
Come to the moon-doll, awake,
Come, O slumber, come to me.
The stars' fair one, the moon's doll, awake, come to me.
Come, for eyes long to see you,
The dark-eyed beauty of grace,
Come, for eyes long to see you,
In sleep's chalice, a dream you embrace,
Paint it with colors bright,
O, paint it with colors bright.
The stars' fair one, the moon's doll, awake, come to me.
Let not the cradle's bells chime,
Let not the silk sheets enfold,
Let not the cradle's bells chime,
Let not the silk sheets enfold,
Lest any toy awaken,
O, come softly with a gentle sound,
O, come softly with a gentle sound.
The stars' fair one, the moon's doll, awake, come to me.
The stars' fair one, the moon's doll, awake, come to me.
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