Lullaby

 
Come back, my dear —
   back to your soft, warm bed.
 
I will wrap you with my arms
   and press away fears.
 
Let Hypnos do his work,
   and float you over flowers
 
In terraced fields waved
   by the sea’s blue breeze.
 
After your sleep of sweet oblivion,
   a day of bravery comes.
 

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