Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses. 31. My Bed is a Boat

My bed is like a little boat;
    Nurse helps me in when I embark; 
She girds me in my sailor's coat
    And starts me in the dark.

At night I go on board and say
    Good-night to all my friends on shore; 
I shut my eyes and sail away
    And see and hear no more.

And sometimes things to bed I take,
    As prudent sailors have to do; 
Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake,
    Perhaps a toy or two.

All night across the dark we steer;
    But when the day returns at last, 
Safe in my room beside the pier,
    I find my vessel fast.

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