I came across this poem in a Young Adult fiction book by Louise Plummer (I think it was A Dance for Three). Besides being absolutely delighted with this poem, I am tickled that she managed to expose people who read her book for a great story to a great poem. And, by the way, I'm looking forward to studying with Louise Plummer in June at the BYU WIFYR conference, where I will take my novel--which, yes, I have been revising again.
by Rudyard Kipling
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.
Ah, would that I were such a master of rhyme and sounds. Go ahead--read it again, out loud this time. Such craft and cleverness!