THE SAND-MAN.
Have you ever seen the sand-man, old,
Who comes to us every one, I'm told,
With his countless bags of silver sand,
And drops it down with an unseen hand;
And our eyelids very heavy grow,
As off to the land of dreams we go?
He is very shy. I have often tried
To keep my eyelids open wide
And watch for him. But he cheats me so,
And puts me to sleep before I know.
Is he like the wind, do you suppose,
Which is never seen when it comes and goes?
Oh, ho! The sand-man's fun is past,
He has gone to sleep himself at last;
We'll build a fort beside the sea,
And he our prisoner shall be.
He is not the wind with an unseen hand,
But a giant made of silver sand.
THE
LILY
POND.
The wind is fair,
Shall we take a row,
Down to the cove
Where the lilies grow?
Their petals white
To the sun unfold,
Their trembling hearts
Are yellow as gold.
My boat is as safe
As a boat can be;
You need not fear
To go with me.
A fleet of lilies,
So fresh and fair,
Like fairy ships,
Are anchored there.
They rock and dip
With every breeze,
Like real ships
On real seas.
My boat is as safe
As a boat can be;
You need not fear
To go with me.
