From breakfast on through all the day <br />At home among my friends I stay, <br />But every night I go abroad <br />Afar into the land of Nod. <br /> <br />All by myself I have to go, <br />With none to tell me what to do -- <br />All alone beside the streams <br />And up the mountain-sides of dreams. <br /> <br />The strangest things are there for me, <br />Both things to eat and things to see, <br />And many frightening sights abroad <br />Till morning in the land of Nod. <br /> <br />Try as I like to find the way, <br />I never can get back by day, <br />Nor can remember plain and clear <br />The curious music that I hear.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-nod/