Sleepyheart and Openeyes were rocking in a chair—
(Swing, little shadow, on the wall!)
Openeyes was saying, “I shall wander in the moon,
And toss a golden comet for a ball.”
Sleepyheart was saying, “I shall not go out, I think,
For all the stars in heaven are going winky-wink.”
Sleepyheart and Openeyes were rocking in a chair—
(Swing little shadow, to and fro!)
Openeyes was saying, “For the night was made for play;
I shall never go to bed again, I know.”
Sleepyheart was saying, “I shall buy a little dream,
And eat it just at cradle-time, with sugar, and with cream.”
The chair was rocking, rocking, and the room was very still—
(Swing little shadow to the tune!)
Openeyes was saying, “Through the window over there
She is coming in to dance with us—the moon!”
Sleepyheart was saying, “There’s a boat upon the sea;
It’s sailing off to Whisperland, and coming in for me.”
Sleepyheart was nodding now; Openeyes was still—
(Swing, little shadow, very slow!)
Out across the clover-tops the little wind had cried,
“Away to Slumber Forest you shall go!”
Birds and bees and butterflies had answered to the call;
Quiet as a dreaming thing, the shadow on the wall.
THE LAUGHTER-MILL
Joy was the chief of the laughter-mill; high on a sun-topped peak
He had builded it up at the rainbow’s end, happily, week by week;
And years and years and years had passed; and still the old mill stood
Strong as a fort; and it worked away, singing the song of the good.
Joy was the chief of the laughter-mill; in it worked Fun and Gay
And Dimple-my-Chin and the Chuckle boys, turning the wheels all day;
And every night when the sun was low, and they turned away from the door,
There were piles of laughs all ready to wear, in good neat rows on the floor.
Some of the laughs were the largest size, as large as a man might please,
Some were the kind that were hard to use; there were not so many of these.
Some were quite sober, and some were bright, and all were turned up at the ends,
With an extra package of Gigglequicks, for young little girls and their friends.