| Escape at Bedtime |
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The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead and all moving about,; There were thousands of millions of stars. |
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There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree, Nor of people in church or the Park, As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me, And that glittered and winked in the dark. |
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The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all, And the star of the sailor, and Mars, These shown in the sky, and the pail by the wall Would be half full of water and stars. |
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They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries, And they soon had me packed into bed; But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes, And the stars going round in my head. |
| Robert Louis Stevenson |
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| The Land of Nod |
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From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay, But every night I go abroad, Afar into the land of Nod. |
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All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do-- All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. |
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The strangest things are these for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. |
| Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear. |
| Robert Louis Stevenson |