Monday, 30 January 2012

Seal Lullaby

Oh! hush thee, my baby, the night is behind us

And black are the waters that sparkled so green.

The moon, O'er the combers, looks downward to find us

At rest in the hollows that rustle between.

Where billow meets billow, there soft by the pillow.

Oh, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!

The storm shall not wake thee, no shark shall overtake thee

Asleep in the storm of slow-swinging seas.

Rudyard Kipling


Jane and Chris said...

As a Canadian, I am ashamed that sealhunting is alive and kicking in Canada.
Jane x

Julia said...

Thanks for sharing that lovely poem!

Writing from the Edge said...

That is just beautiful. Never seen that Kipling poem before. Thanks for posting it!