Sand-man, The
Paul Laurence Dunbar
I know a man With face of tan, But who is ever kind; Whom girls and boys Leaves games and toys Each eventide to find. When day grows dim, They watch for him, He comes to place his claim; He wears the crown Of Dreaming-town; The sand-man is his name. When sparkling eyes Troop sleepywise And busy lips grow dumb; When little heads Nod toward the beds, We know the sand-man's come.
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