All night long and every night, <br />When my mama puts out the light, <br />I see the people marching by, <br />As plain as day before my eye. <br /> <br />Armies and emperor and kings, <br />All carrying different kinds of things, <br />And marching in so grand a way, <br />You never saw the like by day. <br /> <br />So fine a show was never seen <br />At the great circus on the green; <br />For every kind of beast and man <br />Is marching in that caravan. <br /> <br />As first they move a little slow, <br />But still the faster on they go, <br />And still beside me close I keep <br />Until we reach the town of Sleep.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/young-night-thought/
