LAND OF NOD

by Hilda Conkling

 I wander mountain to mountain,

     From sea to sea,

     I wander into a country

     Where everyone is asleep.

     There in the Land of Nod

     I never think of home,

     For home is there,

     With sleeping doves and silvery girls,

     Sleeping boys and drowsy roses.

     There I find people whose eyes are heavy,

     And trees with folded wings.