Gartan Mother’s Lullaby

Joseph Campbell

Sleep, O babe, for the red bee hums
The silent twilight fall
Eaval from the Grey Rock comes
To wrap the world in thrall
A leanbhan o, my child, my joy
My love and heart’s desire
The crickets sing you a lullaby
Beside the dying fire

Dusk is drawn and the Green Man’s thorn
Is wreathed in rings of fog
Sheevra sails his boat till morn
Upon the starry bog
A leanbhan o, the paly moon
Hath brimmed her cusp in dew
And weeps to hear the sad sweet tune
I sing, O love, to you