good dreams

Sweetheart for such a day, one mustn't grudge the score; Here then it's all to pay, it's good-night at the door. Good-night and good dreams to you,- do you remember the picture book thieves who left two children sleeping in a wood the long night through, and how the birds came down and covered them with leaves? So you and I should have slept,-but now, oh, what a lonely head! with just the shadow of a waving bough in the moonlight over your bed.