Poem of the Day. Robert Louis Stevenson
di Redazione Italia, May 26, 2016
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The Land of Nod
From breakfast on through
all the day
At home among my friend I stay:
But every night I
go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
all the day
At home among my friend 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.
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 for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many
frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
there for me,
Both things to eat and things 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 remember plain and
clear
The curious music that I hear.
way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and
clear
The curious music that I hear.
