"And you've waked the Prince," halloed the
King,
"And now will I, by my signet-ring" —
Wee Willie, he screamed aloud,
And lo! in his crib he was lying alone,
And in at his window the great moon shone
Through a silver and amber cloud.
"Now ho, Willie Winkie; and hey, Willie
Winkie!
And what is the matter, my dear?
And weep not, my rose and my lily and dove,
For thy mother is with thee here!"
Wee Willie Winkie sat up in bed,
Soberly shaking his curly head,
With a sob in his pretty throat:
"I went to sleep the last," said he,
"And the worst of the dreams has come to me
In any poppy-boat!
"But after this, I'll be first of all!
I'll go to bed when the shadows fall,
And the stars begin to peep!
Then the loveliest dream in the poppy fleet,
That will fill the room like a rose with sweet,
I will get for my own to keep!"