Day is ending; night is falling; From the Land of Drowsihead, Don't you hear the Sand-Man calling, "Children all should be abed"? Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Not for all his golden treasure Will he sell the wicked King Sleepy-sand the smallest measure, Nor for any precious thing. Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Best he loves the poor man's dwelling, Tire and ache the surest plea For the gift beyond all telling Sweet to men on land and sea. Go to sleep! Go to sleep! Bless him for his magic fetter! Now, my sweet, he comes to you. Eyes wide open? All the better! He will know just what to do. Go to sleep! Go to sleep! | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...CHAUCERS WORDES UNTO ADAM, HIS OWN SCRIVEYN by GEOFFREY CHAUCER A SKETCH by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI MONNA INNOMINATA, A SONNET OF SONNETS: 6 by CHRISTINA GEORGINA ROSSETTI TO DEATH OF HIS LADY by FRANCOIS VILLON THE WINGLESS VICTORY by WILLIAM HERVEY ALLEN JR. |