A Gipsy Slumber Song

Sleep, little one, sleep. The woods are still;
  The fairies are dancing under the pine,
I can see the stars in their jeweled crowns,
  And their floating robes in the moon-mist shine.

Round and round they dance and sway,
  Hand in hand in the dim, wan light;
Soft is the fall of their twinkling feet,
  Lest they waken the flowers that sleep by night.

Sleep, little one, sleep. The pine trees sway;
  Away in the forest the shadows are deep;
While the fairies dance and the moon shines dim, -
  Sleep, little brown gipsy-boy, dreamlessly sleep.