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.
The Sand-man
Paul Laurence Dunbar
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Poem topics: crown, claim, place, town, face, busy, watch, Valentine's Day, Print This Poem , Rhyme Scheme
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