Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894)
BRITISH
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 mountains-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are tehre for me,
Both things to eat and thins to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can I remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
BRITISH
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 mountains-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are tehre for me,
Both things to eat and thins to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can I remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.