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...WINTER NIGHT SONG by SARA TEASDALE THE EXEQUY [ON HIS WIFE] by HENRY KING (1592-1669) ONE'S-SELF I SING by WALT WHITMAN A WATER MILL by ANTIPATER OF THESSALONICA THE KIRK OF LAMINGTON by ROBERT BURNS |