When the Sleepy Man comes with the dust on his eyes, <br />(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) <br />He shuts up the earth, and he opens the skies. <br />(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!) <br /> <br />He smiles through his fingers, and shuts up the sun; <br />(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) <br />The stars that he loves he lets out one by one. <br />(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!) <br /> <br />He comes from the castles of Drowsy-boy Town; <br />(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) <br />At the touch of his hand the tired eyelids fall down. <br />(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!) <br /> <br />He comes with a murmur of dream in his wings; <br />(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) <br />And whispers of mermaids and wonderful things. <br />(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!) <br /> <br />Then the top is a burden, the bugle a bane; <br />(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) <br />When one would be faring down Dream-a-way Lane. <br />(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!) <br /> <br />When one would be wending in Lullaby Wherry, <br />(Oh, weary, my Dearie, so weary!) <br />To Sleepy Man's Castle, by Comforting Ferry. <br />(So hush-a-by, weary my Dearie!)<br /><br />Sir Charles George Douglas Roberts<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/when-the-sleepy-man-comes/
