The Land of Nod
At home among my friends I stay;
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
With none to tell me what to do—
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.




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