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 these 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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...INEVITABLY (1) by GEORGIA DOUGLAS JOHNSON REVELATION by LOUIS UNTERMEYER THE OLD MEN by WILLIAM CARLOS WILLIAMS THE SOUTH COUNTRY by HILAIRE BELLOC ODE ON THE POETICAL CHARACTER by WILLIAM COLLINS (1721-1759) RECESSIONAL by RUDYARD KIPLING |