I KNOW a man With face of tan, But who is ever kind; Whom girls and boys Leaves games and toys Each eventide to find. When day grows dim, They watch for him, He comes to place his claim; He wears the crown Of Dreaming-town; The sand-man is his name. When sparkling eyes Troop sleepywise And busy lips grow dumb; When little heads Nod toward the beds, We know the sand-man's come. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...DEAF HOUSE AGENT by KATHERINE MANSFIELD FARE WELL by WALTER JOHN DE LA MARE THE HOUSE OF LIFE: 19. SILENT NOON by DANTE GABRIEL ROSSETTI THE VINE by MUHAMMAD AL-MU'TAMID II THE HAPPY DAYS WHEN I WER YOUNG by WILLIAM BARNES |