The poetical works of George MacDonald in two volumes — Volume 1. George MacDonald

        Lilia.

        You naughty child, why are you not in bed?

        Lily

        (pouting).

        I am not naughty. I am afraid to go,

        Because you don't go with me into sleep;

        And when I see things, and you are not there,

        Nor father, I am so frightened, I cry out,

        And stretch my hands, and so I come awake.

        Come with me into sleep, dear mother; come.

        Lilia.