"The Land of Nod"
Booklet
The Index of Poems and Illustrations
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The Land of Nod My Shadow Escape at Bedtime The Moon The Swing
The Sleepy Song Baby Seed Song Bed in Summer Come, Little Leaves
Minnie and Winnie Nest Eggs The Elf The Child in the Story Awakes The Wind
To Any Reader Title Page Dedication Page The End Musical Credits Back Cover
The Land of Nod
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
Page Number: 3. Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
From breakfast on through all the day,
At home among my friends I stay;
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning comes again,in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find my way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
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My Shadow
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
#1
Page Number: 4. Illustrator: Florence E. Storer
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons Date: 1922
#2
Page Number: 5. Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of her is more than I can see,
She is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see her jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about her is the way she likes to grow,
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For she sometimes shoots up taller like an india rubber ball,
And she sometimes gets so little that there’s none of her at all.
She hasn’t got a notion of how children ought to play,
And only makes a fool of me in every sort of way.
She stays so close beside me, she’s a coward you can see,
I’d think shame to stick to mommy as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepyhead,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
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Escape At Bedtime
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
Page Number: 6. Illustrator: Myrtle Sheldon
Publisher: M.A. Donohue & Co. Date: 1916
The lights from the parlor and the kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
There never were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in church or the park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
and that glittered and winked in the dark.
The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all
And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water, and stars.
They saw me at last and they
chased me with cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in, my head.
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The Moon
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
#1
Page Number: 7. Illustrator: Jessie W. Smith
Publisher: Charels Scribner's Sons Date: 1905
#2
Page Number: 7. Illustrator: Josephine W. Weage
Publisher: Whitman Publishing Co. Date: 1917
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall,
She shines on theives on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
And the birdies asleep in the forks of the trees.
The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse,
The howling dog by the door of the house,
The bat that lies in bed at noon,
All love to be out, by the light of the moon.
But all of these things, that belong to the day,
Cuddle to sleep, to be out of her way,
And flowers and children, close their eyes,
Till up in the morning the sun shall arise.
Say goodnight to the moon
Say goodnight to the moon......
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The Swing
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
#1
Page Number: 8. Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
The Swing #2
Page Number: 9. Illustrator: Unknown
Publisher: Unknown Date: Unknown
How do you like to go up in a swing,
Up in the air so blue?
Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing,
Ever a child can do!
Up in the air and over the wall,
Till I can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all,
Over the countryside.
‘Till I look down on the garden green,
‘Down the roof so brown,
Up in the air I go flying again,
Up in the air and down!
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Sleepy Song
Josephine Daskam Bacon (1903)
#1
Page Number: 10. Illustrator: Hilda Hanway
Publisher: The Bookhouse For Children Date: 1920
#2
Page Number: 11. Illustrator: Florence E. Storer
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons Date: 1922
As soon as the fire burns red and low, and the house upstairs is still,
She sings me a queer little sleepy song, of sheep that go over the hill.
The good little sheep run quick and soft, their colors are gray and white,
They follow their leader, nose and tail, for they must, be home, by night.
And one slips over and one comes next, and one runs after behind,
The gray one’s nose at the white one’s tail, the top of the hill, they climb.
And when they get to the top of the hill, they quietly slip away,
But one runs over and one comes next, their colors are white and gray.
And one slips over and one comes next, the good little gray little sheep,
I watch how the fire burns red and low, and she says, that I fall, asleep.
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Baby Seed Song
Edith Nesbit (1920)
#1
Page Number: 12. Illustrator: Unknown
Publisher: Unknown Date: Unknown
#2
Page Number: 13. Illustrator: Jessie W. Smith
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons Date: 1905
Little brown seed, Oh! little brown brother,
Are you awake in the dark?
Here we lie cosily, close to each other,
Hark to the song of the lark.
Waken!” the lark says, “Waken and dress you,
Put on your green coats and gay,
Blue sky, will shine on you, sunshine, caress you,
Waken! ‘tis morning, ‘tis May.
Little brown brother, Oh!, little brown brother,
What kind of flower will you be?
I’ll be a poppy, all white like my Mother,
Do be a poppy like me.
What! You’re a sunflower?How I shall miss you,
When you’re grown golden and high,
But I shall send all the bees up to kiss you,
I’ll send, all the bees up to kiss you,
Little brown brother, Good-bye!
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Bed in Summer
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
#1
Page Number: 14. Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
#2
Page Number: 15. Illustrator: Jessie W. Smith
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons Date: 1905
In winter I get up at night,
and dress by yellow candle-light,
In summer, quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see,
the birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people’s feet,
still going past me in the street.
And does it not seem hard to you,
when all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
to have to go to bed by day?
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Come, Little Leaves
George Cooper (Date Unknown)
#1
Page Number: 16. Illustrator: D.R.C.
Publisher: Unknown Date: Unknown
#2
Page Number: 16. Illustrator: D.R.C.
Publisher: Unknown Date: Unknown
Come, little leaves, said the wind one day,
Come over the meadows with me and play;
Put on your dresses of red and gold,
For summer is gone, and the days grow cold.
Soon as the leaves heard the wind’s loud call,
Down they came fluttering, one and all;
Over the brown fields they danced and flew,
Singing the sweet, little songs they knew.
Cricket, goodbye, we’ve been friends so long,
Little brook sing us your farewell song;
Say you are sorry to see us go;
Ah, you will miss us, right well we know
. Dancing and whirling, the little leaves went,
Winter had called them and they were content;
Soon, fast asleep in their earthy beds,
The snow laid a coverlid, over their heads.
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Minnie and Winnie
Alfred, Lord Tennyson (1880)
Page Number: 17. Illustrator: Unknown
Publisher: Unknown Date: Unknown
Minnie and Winnie slept in a shell,
Sleep, little ladies, and they slept well.
Pink was the shell within, silver without;
Sounds of the great sea, wandered about.
Sleep little ladies, wake not soon,
Echo on echo, dies to the moon
Two bright stars peeped into the shell,
What are they dreaming of?, who can tell.
Started a green linnet, out of the croft;
Wake, little ladies, the sun is aloft!
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Nest Eggs
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
Page Number: 18. Illustrator: Florence E. Storer
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons Date: 1922
Birds all the sunny day, flutter and quarrel,
Here in the arbour-like tent of the laurel.
Here in the fork the brown nest is seated;
Four little blue eggs the mother keeps heated.
While we stand watching her, Staring like gabies,
Safe in each egg, are the bird's little babies.
Soon the frail eggs they shall chip and upspringing,
Make all the April woods, merry with singing.
Younger than we are, O children, and frailer,
Soon in blue air they'll be, singer and sailor.
We, so much older, taller and stronger,
We shall look down on the birdies no longer.
They shall go flying, with musical speeches,
High overhead, in the tops of the beeches.
In spite of our wisdom and sensible talking,
We on our feet must go plodding and walking,
Unlike the birds that fly, high up in the sky.
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The Elf
Oliver Herford (1919)
Page Number: 19. Illustrator: Unknown
Publisher: Unknown Date: Unknown
Under a toadstool crept a wee Elf,
Out of the rain, to shelter himself.
Under the toadstool, sound asleep,
Sat a big Dormouse, all in a heap.
Trembled the wee Elf, frightened and yet,
Fearing to fly away, lest he get wet.
To the nest shelter, maybe a mile!
Sudden the wee Elf, smiled a wee smile.
Tugged till the toadstool toppled in two,
Holding it over him gaily he flew,
Soon he was safe home, dry as could be,
Soon woke the dormouse, “Good gracious me!
Where is my toadstool?”, loud he lamented,
And that’s how umbrellas, first were invented!
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The Child in the Story Awakes
Walter de la Mare (1902)
#1
Page Number: 20. Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
#2
Page Number: 21. Illustrator: Unknown
Publisher: Unknown Date: Unknown
The light of dawn rose on my dreams,
And from afar I seemed to hear
In sleep the mellow blackbird call,
Hollow and sweet and clear.
I pray thee, Mother, my casement open wide,
Wildly the garden peals with singing,
And hooting through the dewy pines
The goblins all are winging.
Oh listen the droning of the bees,
That in the roses take delight!
And see a cloud stays in the blue
Like an angel still and bright.
The gentle sky is spread, spread just like silk,
And, Mother, the moon doth languish there,
As if it were a perfect jewel
In the morning’s soft-spun hair.
The greyness of the distant hills
Is silvered in the lucid East
See, now the sheeny-plumed bird
Wags haughtily his crest.
‘O come you out, O come you out,
Lily, and lavender, and lime;
The kingcup swings his golden bell,
And plumpy cherries drum the time.'
‘O come you out, O come you out!
Roses, and dew, and mignonette,
The sun is in the steep blue sky,
Sweetly the morning star is set,
Sweetly the morning star is set.’
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The Wind
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
#1
Page Number: 22. Illustrator: Jessie W. Smith
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons Date: 1905
#2
Page Number: 23. Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
I saw you toss the kites on high,
And blow the birds about the sky,
And all around I heard you pass,
Like ladies’ skirts across the grass-
O wind, a-blowing, all day long,
O wind, that sings,so loud a song!
I saw the different things you did,
But always you yourself you hid,
I felt you push, I heard you call,
I could not see yourself at all-
O wind, a-blowing, all day long,
O wind, that sings, so loud a song!
Oh you that are so strong and cold,
Oh blower, are you young or old?
Are you a beast of field and tree,
Or just a stronger child than me?
O wind, a-blowing, all day long,
O wind, that sings, so loud a song!
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To Any Reader
Robert Louis Stevenson (1885)
Page Number: 24. Illustrator: Florence E. Storer
Publisher: Charles Scribner's Sons Date: 1922
As from the house your Mother sees
You playing round the garden trees,
So you may see, if you will look,
Through the windows of this book,
Another child, far, far away,
And in another garden, play.
But do not think you can at all,
By knocking on the window, call
That child to hear you.
She intent is all on, her play-business bent,
She does not hear; she will not look,
Nor yet be lured out of this book.
For, long ago, the truth to say,
She has grown up and gone away,
And it is but a child of air,
That lingers in the garden there.
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Title Page Art
Page Number: i Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand MaNally & C0. Date: 1919
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Dedication Page Art
Page Number: iv Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
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The End Page Art
Page Number: 25. Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
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Musical Credits Page Art
Page Number: 28. Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
All music performed by Ellen Kjelgaard Godula and
Brian Godula along with the following musicians;
Dave Bamford - Percussion on “The Sleepy Song” and ”The Wind”
Tim Jensen - Flute on “The Swing” and “Nest Eggs”
Skip Parente - Fiddle on “Come, Little Leaves”
Randy McElroy - Squeeze Box on “The Elf”
All songs written, arranged and produced
by Ellen Kjelgaard Godula and Brian Godula
Co-Produced and Engineered by Dave Bamford
Recorded at Zoppa Records, Portland, Oregon
Mixed at Soundview-Recording
Hillsboro, Oregon www.soundview-recording.com
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Back Cover Page Art
Page Number: Back Cover Illustrator: Ruth M. Hallock
Publisher: Rand McNally & Co. Date: 1919
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