In vacant or in pensive mood,
They flash upon that inward eye
Which is the bliss of solitude;
And then my heart with pleasure fills,
And dances with the daffodils.
MAMMY’S LULLABY
By Strickland W. Gillilan
Sleep, mah li’l pigeon, don’ yo’ heah yo’ mammy coo?
Sunset still a-shinin’ in de wes’;
Sky am full o’ windehs an’ de stahs am peepin’ froo—