SLEEP COMES

In the dark and lonely night

When the stars are all alight,

Sleep comes creeping up the street,

With her naked,silent feet,

Carrying upon her back,

Dreams of all kinds in a sack.

Though the doors are boilted, still

She can enter where she will

And she lingers, it is said

Longest by the children`s bed-

Smooth their pillows,strokes their curls.

Happy little boys and girls!

But her prettiest dream she keeps

For the Baby,where he sleeps  

                                    Chorotte Druit cole