Lullaby; By The Sea

Fair is the castle up on the hill--     Hushaby, sweet my own!     The night is fair, and the waves are still,     And the wind is singing to you and to me     In this lowly home beside the sea--     Hushaby, sweet my own!     On yonder hill is store of wealth--     Hushaby, sweet my own!     And revellers drink to a little one's health;     But you and I bide night and day     For the other love that has sailed away--     Hushaby, sweet my own!     See not, dear eyes, the forms that creep     Ghostlike, O my own!     Out of the mists of the murmuring deep;     Oh, see them not and make no cry     Till the angels of death have passed us by--     Hushaby, sweet my own!     Ah, little they reck of you and me--     Hushaby, sweet my own!     In our lonely home beside the sea;     They seek the castle up on the hill,     And there they will do their ghostly will--     Hushaby, O my own!     Here by the sea a mother croons     "Hushaby, sweet my own!"     In yonder castle a mother swoons     While the angels go down to the misty deep,     Bearing a little one fast asleep--     Hushaby, sweet my own!