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  1. Rudyard Kipling. 1865 –. 1936. 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!

  2. Seal Lullaby. 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 by the pillow. Oh, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease!

  3. Rudyard Kipling’s “Seal Lullaby” appears in his story “The White Seal.”. In the poem, a mother seal addresses her seal-child, assuring him of their safety. As if her baby’s eyes have already closed, the mother seal describes the night and the sea’s darkness, along with the rest of their surroundings. In the seals’ world, nature ...

  4. Feb 14, 2012 · Seal by William Jay Smith poetry analysis. This is an entertaining little poem, that describes a seal's life as it frolics around in the sea. It is a shape poem, meaning that it takes on the form of something. This poem doesn't seem to be assuming the physical shape of anything, but it's a squiggly line which makes it seem like a seal-carefree ...

  5. At rest in the hollows that rustle between. Where billow meets billow, there soft by the pillow. Oh, weary wee flipperling, curl at thy ease! The storm shall not wake thee, nor shark overtake thee. Asleep in the storm of slow-swinging seas. This poem is in the public domain. Rudyard Kipling (1865 - 1936) was an English author and poet.

  6. The structure of the poem has a sing-song quality which reflects its purpose: "Seal Lullaby" is intended to be the song of a mother-seal to her "weary wee flipperling," while the "slow-swinging ...

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  8. Seal Lullaby -. 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!

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