And lo! in his crib he was lying alone,
And in at his window the great moon shone
Through a silver and amber cloud.
"Now ho, Willie Winkie; and hey, Willie
Winkie!
And what is the matter, my dear?
And weep not, my rose and my lily and dove,
For thy mother is with thee here!"
Wee Willie Winkie sat up in bed,
Soberly shaking his curly head,