I know; about the far-off lands,
Where people never sleep;
They hide their faces in their hands,
And rock, and weep, and weep.
And I too little, all alone,
To go and find them yet;—
But Oh, I hear!—When I am grown,
I never will forget.
Late
y Father brought somebody up,
To show us all, asleep.
They came as softly up the stairs
As you could creep.
They whispered in the doorway there,
And looked at us awhile.
I had my eyes shut up; but I
Could feel him smile.
I shut my eyes up close, and lay
As still as I could keep;
Because I knew he wanted us
To be asleep.