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.

Thrice has the year its varied circuit run,
And chearful, Delia, have the moments flown,
Since with my love for thee, my care begun
To form thy tender mind to virtue prone:

The flatteries of my sex I bade thee shun,
I bade thee shun the follies of thy own;
Fictitious manners by example won,
Alike to truth and innocence unknown:

Say, blooming Maiden, in whose gentle breast
Reigns simple Nature undisguis'd by Art,
Now amply try'd by time's unerring test,
How just the dictates of this faithful heart,
That with the joys thy favouring smiles impart,
Deems all its cares repair'd, itself supremely blest.