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?
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.
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.