And the baby-prince has gone to sleep
Up on the fair Queen's breast.
"Oho, Willie Winkie; and hey, Willie
Winkie!
The moonbeams they sleep on the sea:
Catch the loveliest dreams in the poppy-fleet,
And here is a kiss for thee."
Wee Willie Winkie sat up in bed,
Stubbornly shaking his curly head,
When his mother had shut the door: