And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
II A Thought
It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink,
With little children saying grace
In every Christian kind of place.
III At the Sea-Side
When I was down beside the sea
A wooden spade they gave to me
To dig the sandy shore.
My holes were empty like a cup.
In every hole the sea came up,
Till it could come no more.
IV Young Night-Thought
All night long and every night,
When my mama puts out the light,
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day before my eye.
Armies and emperor and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a