My Baby Sleeps

George A. Mackenzie 1636 ( Dundee) – 1691 ( Edinburgh)



The wind is loud in the west to-night,
But Baby sleeps;
The wild wind blows with all its might,
But Baby sleeps;
My Baby sleeps, and he does not hear
The noise of the storm in the pine trees near.

The snow is drifting high to-night,
  But Baby sleeps;
The bitter world is cold and white,
  But Baby sleeps;
My Baby sleeps, so fast, so fast,
That he does not heed the wintry blast.

The cold snows drift, and the wild winds rave,
  But Baby sleeps;
And a white cross stands by his little grave,
  While Baby sleeps;
And the storm is loud in the rocking pine,
But its moan is not so deep as mine.

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Submitted on May 13, 2011

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Quick analysis:

Scheme aBaBxx aBaBcc dBdbee
Closest metre Iambic tetrameter
Characters 585
Words 118
Stanzas 3
Stanza Lengths 6, 6, 6

George A. Mackenzie

Sir George Mackenzie of Rosehaugh (1636/1638–1691) was a Scottish lawyer, Lord Advocate, essayist and legal writer. George Mackenzie was a member of the ancient Highland House of Mackenzie of Kintail. His grandfather, raised in 1609 to the Scottish peerage of Mackenzie of Kintail, was succeeded by his eldest son who later became first Earl of Seaforth. By his second wife he had four sons, the youngest of whom married Elizabeth, daughter of Dr Peter Bruce, Principal of St Leonard’s College, St Andrews, and they became the parents of George Mackenzie. The young man was educated at St Andrews and Aberdeen Universities, whence he went to France to study civil law at the University of Bourges. more…

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