The Land of Nod From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay
But every night I go abroad
A secret land of Nod.

I lift my eyes to see the stars
To walk through fields of moonlight bars
I wander in a twilight grove
In a land I dream to love.

The sound of leaves on distant hills
Whispers the secrets that nature spills,
And all my cares, I leave behind
As I embrace the peace I find.

• Robert Louis Stevenson