Escape at Bedtime
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
thousands of millions of stars.
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in
church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
glittered and winked in the dark.
The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,
And the star of
the sailor, and Mars,
These shown in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half
full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
And they soon
had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars
going round in my head.