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Lullaby for a Man-Child
By Jean Starr Untermeyer
The mountains waver through my tears, Hush, my son.
The trees are bending at the knees
Like women broken by the years.
But you, my child, need have no fears;
Only for Woman, love has spears. Sleep, my son.
So cuddle closer to my heart. Dream, my son
Tis strange to think that you find peace
Here, where all stormy passions start.
But you need fear no ache or smart
The pain is always woman’s part. Sleep, my son.
Recordings

Gardner Read: The Art of Song
(William Blake, Frances Frost, James Joyce, Gardner Read, Henry Russell, Rabindranath Tagore and Jean Starr Untermeyer)
1999