Wynken, Blynken, and Nod one night
    Sailed off in a wooden shoe—
Sailed on a river of crystal light,
    Into a sea of dew.
"Where are you going, and what do you wish?"
    The old moon asked of the three.
"We have come to fish for the herring fish
That live in this beautiful sea;
Nets of silver and gold have we!"
                  Said Wynken,
                  Blynken,
                  And Nod.

The old moon laughed and sang a song,
    As they rocked in the wooden shoe,
And the wind that sped them all night long
    Ruffled the waves of dew.
The little stars were the herring fish
    That lived in that beautiful sea—
"Now cast your nets wherever you wish—
    Never afeard are we!"
    So cried the stars to the fishermen three:
                  Wynken,
                  Blynken,
                  And Nod.

All night long their nets they threw
   To the stars in the twinkling foam—
Then down from the skies came the wooden shoe,
   Bringing the fishermen home;
'T was all so pretty a sail it seemed
   As if it could not be,
And some folks thought 't was a dream they 'd dreamed
   Of sailing that beautiful sea—
   But I shall name you the fishermen three:
                     Wynken,
                     Blynken,
                     And Nod.

Wynken and Blynken are two little eyes,
   And Nod is a little head,
And the wooden shoe that sailed the skies
   Is a wee one's trundle-bed.
So shut your eyes while mother sings
   Of wonderful sights that be,
And you shall see the beautiful things
   As you rock in the misty sea,
   Where the old shoe rocked the fishermen three:
                     Wynken,
                     Blynken,
                     And Nod.

Men say there is a stone shines green alway 
Through the long hours of the indifferent day, 
But blazes scarlet when the night draws on: 
I and my heart are like that changing stone. 

All day I hide myself in lucent green. 
All the long hours of the indifferent day: 
But when the moon makes beautiful and clean 
The working world, I thrust my sheaths away. 
I cast aside my veil and bid it be, 
And let Love's scarlet flood transfigure me. 

I am a chrysoberyl, and the night 
Is here, and I am changed. The changeless light 
Has touched me and transfigured; my own fire 
Beacons me to the place of heart's desire. 
I that was dark and dull am burning bright; 
I am a chrysoberyl, and 'tis night.