Come, cuddle your head on my shoulder, dear, <br /> Your head like the golden-rod, <br />And we will go sailing away from here <br /> To the beautiful land of Nod. <br />Away from life’s hurry, and flurry, and worry, <br /> Away from earth’s shadows and gloom, <br />To a world of fair weather we’ll float off together <br /> Where the roses are always in bloom. <br /> <br />Just shut up your eyes, and fold your hands, <br /> Your hands like the leaves of a rose, <br />And we will go sailing to those fair lands <br /> That an atlas never shows. <br />On the North and the West they are bounded by rest, <br /> On the South and the East by dreams; <br />‘Tis the country ideal, where nothing is real, <br /> But everything only seems. <br /> <br />Just dropp down the curtains of your dear eyes, <br /> Those eyes like a bright blue-bell, <br />And we will sail out under starlit skies <br /> To the land where the fairies dwell. <br />Down the river of sleep our barque shall sweep, <br /> Till it reaches the mystical isle <br />Which no man has seen, but where all have been, <br /> And there we will pause for awhile. <br />I will croon you a song as we float along, <br /> To that shore that is blessed of God, <br />Then ho! for that fair land, we’re off for that rare land, <br /> That beautiful Land of Nod.<br /><br />Ella Wheeler Wilcox<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-beautiful-land-of-nod/
