The Land Of Nod

The Land Of Nod By Robert Louis Stevenson! This poem captures the strong point of dreaming. At night, we are given a threat to get away from our fact and be existing in an absolutely distinctive world. Even even though it feels real, it can’t be totally defined or positioned outdoor of sleep.

The Land Of Nod

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 these 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

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