The Birds' Lullaby

I     Sing to us, cedars; the twilight is creeping         With shadowy garments, the wilderness through;     All day we have carolled, and now would be sleeping,         So echo the anthems we warbled to you;                     While we swing, swing,                     And your branches sing,             And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.     II     Sing to us, cedars; the night-wind is sighing,         Is wooing, is pleading, to hear you reply;     And here in your arms we are restfully lying,         And longing to dream to your soft lullaby;                     While we swing, swing,                     And your branches sing,             And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.     III     Sing to us, cedars; your voice is so lowly,         Your breathing so fragrant, your branches so strong;     Our little nest-cradles are swaying so slowly,         While zephyrs are breathing their slumberous song.                     And we swing, swing,                     While your branches sing,             And we drowse to your dreamy whispering.