My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's coat And starts me in the dark. At night I go on board and say Good-night to all my friends on shore; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more. And sometimes things to bed I take, As prudent sailors have to do; Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, Perhaps a toy or two. All night across the dark we steer; But when the day returns at last, Safe in my room beside the pier, I find my vessel fast. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...JOHN BARLEYCORN by ROBERT BURNS TIME, REAL AND IMAGINARY; AN ALLEGORY by SAMUEL TAYLOR COLERIDGE THE TEMPEST: PROLOGUE by JOHN DRYDEN NATURE (2) by RALPH WALDO EMERSON RELIGION AND DOCTRINE by JOHN MILTON HAY EPITAPH ON SUSANNAH BARBAULD MARISSAL by ANNA LETITIA BARBAULD |