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LAND OF NOD by HILDA CONKLING

First Line: I WANDER MOUNTAIN TO MOUNTAIN
Last Line: AND TREES WITH FOLDED WINGS.

I WANDER mountain to mountain,
From sea to sea,
I wander into a country
Where everyone is asleep.
There in the Land of Nod
I never think of home,
For home is there,
With sleeping doves and silvery girls,
Sleeping boys and drowsy roses.
There I find people whose eyes are heavy,
And trees with folded wings.



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