At seven,
when I go to bed,
I find
such pictures in my head:
Castles
with dragons prowling round,
Gardens
where magic fruits are found;
Fair
ladies prisoned in a tower,
Or lost
in an enchanted bower;
While
gallant horsemen ride by streams
That
border all this land of dreams
I find,
so clearly in my head
At seven,
when I go to bed. |