Last, to the chamber where I lie
My fearful footsteps patter nigh,
And come out from the cold and gloom
Into my warm and cheerful room.
There, safe arrived, we turn about
To keep the coming shadows out,
And close the happy door at last
On all the perils that we past.
Then, when mamma goes by to bed,
She shall come in with tip-toe tread,
And see me lying warm and fast
And in the land of Nod at last.
More verses by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Loud And Low In The Chimney
- Men Are Heaven's Piers
- Sonnet Iii
- Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano
- Man Sails The Deep Awhile