Poem on Sleep....| Bed Time Poem| English Poem| At seven.....

Bed Time Poem | Poem on Sleep|  English Poem At seven ............

At seven, when I go to bed,
I find such pictures in my head;
Castles and dragons prowling round,
Gardens where magic fruits are found;
Fair ladies prisoned in a tower,
Or lost in an enchanted bower;
While gallant horsemen ride by streams,
That border all this land of dreams;
I find, so clearly in my head,
At seven when I go to bed.