You would not slumber br If laid at my breast: br You would not slumber. br br The river-flood beats br The swan from her nest: br You would not slumber. br br And like that quick flood br My blood goes unguessed: br You would not slumber. br br Times without number br Has called the wood quest: br Times without number. br br As oft as she called br To me you were pressed: br Times without number. br br Now you'd not slumber br If laid at my breast br Times without number. br br O starling reed-resting, br I’ll rock you to rest: br So you will slumber.