Where is the road to Slumberland? Just rest your cheek upon your hand, And press your pillow hard, and say Good-night to all the world of Day; Breathe deep—and, presto! you will stand Upon the shores of Slumberland. All sounds are songs in Slumberland— The rhyme of waves upon the sand, The whisp'ring boughs, the droning breeze, And dreams are blossoming on the trees; They only wait your gathering hand, Wee visitor to Slumberland. And all you meet in Slumberland Obedient and expectant stand; The birds and beasts, the gnomes and elves, The sun and moon and stars themselves, All wait to heed your least command, While You are king in Slumberland. |