Last, to the chamber where I lie <br />My fearful footsteps patter nigh, <br />And come out from the cold and gloom <br />Into my warm and cheerful room. <br /> <br />There, safe arrived, we turn about <br />To keep the coming shadows out, <br />And close the happy door at last <br />On all the perils that we past. <br /> <br />Then, when mamma goes by to bed, <br />She shall come in with tip-toe tread, <br />And see me lying warm and fast <br />And in the land of Nod at last.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/in-port-2/
