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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>Norse lullaby</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The sky is dark and the hills are white<br>As the storm-king speeds from the north to-night,<br>And this is the song the storm-king sings,<br>As over the world his cloak he flings:<br> "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;"<br>He rustles his wings and gruffly sings:<br> "Sleep, little one, sleep."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">On yonder mountain-side a vine<br>Clings at the foot of a mother pine;<br>The tree bends over the trembling thing,<br>And only the vine can hear her sing:<br> "Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;<br>What shall you fear when I am here?<br> Sleep, little one, sleep."</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=390959" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">The king may sing in his bitter flight,<br>The tree may croon to the vine to-night,<br>But the little snowflake at my breast<br>Liketh the song I sing the best,--<br> Sleep, sleep, little one, sleep;<br>Weary thou art, anext my heart<br> Sleep, little one, sleep.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Eugene+Field">Eugene Field</a></strong></div>

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