Subject:  FF: Lullaby

  
Title: Lullaby
Author: Suzy
Rating: PG-ish
Summary: Lullaby-Not what you think!
Author's Notes: I don't own the characters. Nope...not me! If I did I
think we would all be living in shipper paradise! I blame my stoopid
English teacher for this fic. We're doing the poetry unit in class 
(which
sucks) and she expects us to read and analyze poems and use terms we 
have
never heard of that she doesn't bother to explain. This can be archived
wherever...just lemme know and keep my name with it. I apologize for 
any
and all spelling errors contained in this. Let it be known that I am 
not
the worlds best speller and this wasn't betaed. 

2245 EST
Rabb Apartment
North of Union Station

The credits rolled across the screen as the movie came to an end. Harm
turned slightly on the couch. He took in the sleeping form next to him. 
Shaking her shoulder gently he tried to waken her. 

"MmmHarmmm...?" Came from the half asleep form of Lt. Colonel Sarah
MacKenzie-Rabb. 

"Shh Mac. The movies just over. You ready to get some sleep?"

She nodded sleepily. They had worked on their case files for most of 
the
time since they got home and had decided to take a break and watch a
movie; Mac's choice being The Princess Diaries. She had fallen asleep
halfway through the movie and Harm had meerly moved her to rest against
him as the movie concluded. 

Sighing Harm stood and scooped the sleeping Colonel into his arms and
carefully headed to the bedroom. Pulling the covers over her he moved 
to
his side of the bed. He brushed a stray curl of brown hair away from 
her
face and began to whisper to her. 

Lay Your Sleeping head, my love
Human on my faithless arm:
Time and fevers burn away
Individual beauty from
Thoughtful children, and the grave 
Proves the child ephemeral:
But in my arms till break of day
Let the living creature lie,
Mortal, Guilty, but to me 
The entirely beautiful.

Soul and body have no bounds:
To lovers as they lie uon 
Her tolerant Enchanted slope
In their ordinary swoon,
Grave the vision Venus sends
Of supernatural sympathy,
Universal love and hope;
Whie an abstract insight wakes
Among the glaciers and the rocks
The hermit's carnal ecstacy,

Certainty, fidelity
On the stroke of midnight pass
Like vibrations of a bell
And fashonable madmen raise
Their pedantic boring cry:
Every farthing of the cost.
All the dreaded cards foretell.
Shall be paid, but from this night 
Not a whisper, not a thought.
Not a kiss nor look be lost.

Mac snuggled into him. "Thats a nice poem Harm."

"I thought you were asleep."

"I was. Where did you learn that?"

"At Annapolis. I had to take a public speaking class and the teacher
decided rather than doing Jaberwoke, we would pick a poem from the list
she had and memorize it for the class."

"And you still remember it?"

"Yup. Lets get some sleep Ninja Girl. We're going to be busy tomorrow."

"Yessir." She murmered. Harm wrapped his arms around her and she 
pillowed
her head against his chest.


The End

Feed back goes to MagicCarpet4@juno.com

This poem is entitled Lullaby and was written by W.H. Auden. I don't 
own
it either. Also, there is a final paragraph to it, I have it below.

Beauty, midnight, vision dies:
Let the winds of dawn that blow
Softly round your dreaming head
Such a day of welcome show
Eye and knocking heart may bless,
Find our mortal world enough;
Noons of dryness find you fed
By the involuntary powers,
Nights of insult let you pass
Watched by every human love.