| Автор: | Киплинг Д. Р. |
| Категория: | Стихотворение |
«ОН, HUSH THEE, MY BABY»
| 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. |
| Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! |
| The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee, |
| Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas. |