With a sob in his pretty throat:
"I went to sleep the last," said he,
"And the worst of the dreams has come to me
In any poppy-boat!
"But after this, I'll be first of all!
I'll go to bed when the shadows fall,
And the stars begin to peep!
Then the loveliest dream in the poppy fleet,
That will fill the room like a rose with sweet,
I will get for my own to keep!"