Poems (White)/Bedtime
BEDTIME
The stars are there a-winking Right at a boy I know; They seem to be a-thinking That he to bed should go.
The great round moon is gazing At him with steady eyes; He says, "It's quite amazing That every night he cries."
The trees are now a-bowing So dignified and deep, The darkness thus allowing For them to go to sleep.
The rose is there a-nodding Her head within the gloom; She does not need a prodding To go to bed so soon.
The toads are just a peeping To see if you're awake; They think you are a keeping Yourself up very late.
A little boy's a-blinking—The sand-man's late to-night; What can he be a-thinking, By keeping out of sight?
Blink on, dear eyes,—don't think, But go to sleep and dream That stars up there will wink, And that big moon will beam.
That they keep watch o'er you With eyes so bright and clear, Dear trusted friends and true,—So sleep and never fear.