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The sailors poem!

Sweet and glow, sweet and glow
Wind of the ancients sea
Low, breathe and blow
Wind of the ancients sea!
Over the rolling water go
Come from the  moon, and blow
Blow her again to me
While my little love, While my pretty pearl sleeps.
Sleep and rest , sleep and rest
Father will come to thee soon
Rest, rest, on mother's  breast
Father will come to thee soon ,
Father will come to  his  babe in the nest
Silver sail all out of the West under the  silver  moon
Sleep, my little one, sleep, my pretty one,
Sleep.
Watched the  falcon;
ering in the  blue  sky
Wings  trembling in the light  breeze
Beneath the western sea!
©parvin_z