The Land of Nod

by Robert Louis Stevenson     From Breakfast on through all 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 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.     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.