{"id":3967,"date":"2014-02-15T10:08:01","date_gmt":"2014-02-15T08:08:01","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3967"},"modified":"2014-02-15T10:08:32","modified_gmt":"2014-02-15T08:08:32","slug":"the-sandman","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/www.magdalenabiela.com\/?p=3967","title":{"rendered":"The Sandman"},"content":{"rendered":"
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The Sandman<\/strong>

The rosy clouds float overhead,\r\n  The sun is going down,\r\nAnd now the sandman\u2019s gentle tread\r\n  Comes stealing through the town.\r\n\r\n    \u201cWhite sand, white sand,\u201d he softly cries,\r\n      And, as he shakes his hand,\r\n    Straightway there lies on babies\u2019 eyes\r\n      His gift of shining sand.\r\nBlue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,\r\nAs shuts the rose, they softly close, when he\r\n     goes through the town.\r\n\r\n    From sunny beaches far away,\r\n      Yes, in another land,\r\n    He gathers up at break of day\r\n      His store of shining sand.\r\n    No tempests beat that shore remote,\r\n      No ships may sail that way;\r\n    His little boat alone may float\r\n      Within that lovely bay.\r\nBlue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,\r\nAs shuts the rose, they softly close, when he\r\n     goes through the town.\r\n\r\n    He smiles to see the eyelids close\r\n      Above the happy eyes!\r\n    And every child right well he knows\u2014\r\n      Oh, he is very wise!\r\n    But if, as he goes through the land,\r\n      A naughty baby cries,\r\n    His other hand takes dull gray sand\r\n      To close the wakeful eyes.\r\nBlue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,\r\nAs shuts the rose, they softly close, when he\r\n     goes through the town.\r\n\r\n  So when you hear the sandman\u2019s song\r\n    Sound through the twilight sweet,\r\n  Be sure you do not keep him long\r\n    A-waiting on the street.\r\n  Lie softly down, dear little head,\r\n    Rest quiet, busy hands,\r\n  Till, by your bed his good-night said,\r\n    He strews the shining sands.\r\nBlue eyes, gray eyes, black eyes, and brown,\r\nAs shuts the rose, they softly close, when he\r\n     goes through the town.











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