Escape at Bedtime
The lights from the parlor and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were 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,
And that 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 shone in the sky, and the pail by the all
Would be half full of water and stars.
The 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.