XVII

THE LAND OF NOD

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.

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.

The strangest things are there 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.

I

XVIII

MY SHADOW

HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me,

And what can be the use of him is more than I can

see.

He is very, very like me from the heels up to the

head;

And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.

The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to

grow

Not at all like proper children, which is always very

slow;

For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,

And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.

He has n't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can

see;

I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!

One morning, very early, before the sun was up,

I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.

XIX

SYSTEM

VERY night my prayers I say, And get my dinner every day; And every day that I've been good, I get an orange after food.

EVERY my prayers

The child that is not clean and neat,
With lots of toys and things to eat,
He is a naughty child, I'm sure
Or else his dear papa is poor.

I

XX

A GOOD BOY

WOKE before the morning, I was happy all the day,

I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.

And now at last the sun is going down behind the

wood,

And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.

My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,

And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.

I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise, No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight

my eyes.

But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn, And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.

XXI

ESCAPE AT BEDTIME

HE lights from the parlour and kitchen shone

THE

out

Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead and all moving about,

There were thousands of millions of stars.

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.

The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,

These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.

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.