Tired at length of crying,
Laughing, cooing, sighing,
The baby lies so qui't and still,
Scarce breathing in his sleep;
The mother watches, half-inclined
To hide her face and weep.

Tired at length of crying,
Laughing, cooing, sighing,
The baby lies so qui't and still,
Scarce breathing in his sleep;
The mother watches, half-inclined
To hide her face and weep.