Poems (Young)/Bed-Time
BED-TIME.
At night when I am tired of play
The sun shuts up its house of gold,
And all the stars that sleep by day
Steal out like sheep that leave their fold.
O little moon, so far away
In the dark sky, are you a-cold?
The sun shuts up its house of gold,
And all the stars that sleep by day
Steal out like sheep that leave their fold.
O little moon, so far away
In the dark sky, are you a-cold?
I shut my eyes and see a flame
That's redder than the reddest rose;
It comes and calls me by my name,
And I go with it when it goes;
One night it told me whence it came,
But that's a secret no one knows.
That's redder than the reddest rose;
It comes and calls me by my name,
And I go with it when it goes;
One night it told me whence it came,
But that's a secret no one knows.
I show it all the things I take
To bed with me to sleep aright;
I tell it all the plans I make,
O little moon, so round and bright.
But I've forgotten when I wake
The things it showed me through the night.
To bed with me to sleep aright;
I tell it all the plans I make,
O little moon, so round and bright.
But I've forgotten when I wake
The things it showed me through the night.