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TYNKEN, Blynken, and Nod one night
Sailed off in a wooden shoe, Sailed on a river of misty light
Into a sea of dew. “Where are you going, and what do you wish?
The old moon asked the three.
That live in this beautiful sea;
The old moon laughed and sung a song,
As they rocked in the wooden shoe;
Ruffled the waves of dew;
That lived in the beautiful sea.
But never afeard are we!”
All night long their nets they threw
For the fish in the twinkling foam, Then down from the sky came the wooden shoe,
Bringing the fishermen home;
'Twas all so pretty a sail, it seemed
As if it could not be ;
Of sailing that beautiful sea ;
Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
And Nod is a little head,
Is a wee one's trundle-bed ;
Of wonderful sights that be,
As you rock on the misty sea
OOD-NIGHT, pretty Sun, good-night!
I've watched your purple and golden light
Another beautiful day;
The children there are taking a peep
At your face, — beginning to say, “Good-morning!” just when I say "good-night!” Now, beautiful Sun, if they've told me right,
I wish you'd say good-morning for me
- Sydney Dayre.
NOW THE DAY IS OVER.
W the day is over,
Night is drawing nigh,
Steal across the sky.
Through the long night-watches,
May Thine angels spread
Watching round each bed.
When the morning wakens
Then may I arise
- Sabine Baring-Gould