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Rudyard Kipling, in full Joseph Rudyard Kipling, (born December 30, 1865, Bombay [now Mumbai], India—died January 18, 1936, London, England), English short-story writer, poet, and novelist chiefly remembered for his celebration of British imperialism, his tales and poems of British soldiers in India, and his tales for children. He received the Nobel Prize for Literature in 1907.


By Rudyard Kipling

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.

Where billow meets billow, there soft be thy pillow;

      Ah, weary wee flipperling, curl at they ease!

The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,

     Asleep in the arms of the slow swinging seas.


It's wonderful when someone sets your poem to music, isn't it?  I'm so pleased when it happens to one or more of my poems.  See this poem:  SEAL LULLABY


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