I've posted this poem before, but now I'm sharing Eric Whitacre's musical version. This YouTube video doesn't have the clearest sound, but it's got a sleeping baby:
For a clearer audio version (no video), visit Eric Whitacre's site.
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 thy ease!
The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee,
Asleep in the arms of the slow-swinging seas.