The Land of Nod (Robert Louis Stevenson 1850 - 1894)

From breakfast on all through the day
At home among my friends I stay;
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod

All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do -
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain - sides of dreams.

The strangest things are there form me,
Things to eat and things to see,
And many frightning sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.

Try as I like to find a way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.

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Dreamy Louis,

As he knows, maybe

Since Dreamy Louis

Mysteriously describes me!

Maarten