The Sand-Man (idea)

By Paul Laurence Dunbar

I know a man
With face of tan,
But who is ever kind;
Whom girls and boys
Leaves games and toys
Each eventide to find.

When day grows dim,
They watch for him,
He comes to place his claim;
He wears the crown
Of Dreaming-town;
The sand-man is his name.

When sparkling eyes
Troop sleepywise
And busy lips grow dumb;
When little heads
Nod toward the beds,
We know the sand-man's come.

• Paul Laurence Dunbar
• tan
• kind
• girls and boys
• games
• toys
• eventide
• dim
• claim
• Dreaming
• sparkling
• bed