<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118417" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>To a Sleeping Child</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">Lips, lips, open!<br>Up comes a little bird that lives inside<br>Up comes a little bird, and peeps, and out he flies.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">All the day he sits inside, and sometimes he sings,<br>Up he comes, and out he goes at night to spread his wings.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little bird, little bird, whither will you go?<br>Round about the world, while nobody can know.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little bird, little bird, whither do you flee?<br>Far away around the world, while nobody can see.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little bird, little bird, how long will you roam?<br>All round the world and around again home;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Round the round world, and back through the air,<br>When the morning comes, the little bird is there.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Back comes the little bird and looks and in he flies,<br>Up wakes the little boy, and opens both his eyes.</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep, sleep, little boy, little bird’s away,<br>Little bird will come again, by the peep of day;</div><div style="margin:10px 0">Sleep, little boy, the little bird must go<br>Round about the world, while nobody can know.<br>Sleep, sleep sound, little bird goes round,<br>Round and round he goes; sleep, sleep sound.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Arthur+Hugh+Clough">Arthur Hugh Clough</a><div class=q> <img src="https://www.citatepedia.ro/g/32share.png" style="float:left" alt="Share"> <script type="text/javascript" src="//s7.addthis.com/js/300/addthis_widget.js#pubid=citatepedia" async="async"></script><div style="display:inline-block" class="addthis_sharing_toolbox" data-url="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=118417" data-title="To a Sleeping Child de Arthur Hugh Clough" data-description="Lips, lips, open!/Up comes a little bird that lives inside/Up comes a little bird, and peeps, and out he flies./All the day he sits inside, and sometimes he sings,/Up he comes, and out he goes at night to spread his wings./Little bird, little bird..."></div> </div> </div>

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