Young Night Thought

All night long, and every night,

When my mamma puts out the light,

I see the people marching ^[1] by,

As plain as day , before my eye.

Armies and emperors and kings,

All carrying diff erent kinds of things,

And marching in so grand a way,

You never saw the like by day.

So fine a show was never seen

At the great circus ^[2] on the green ^[3] ;

For every kind of beast and man

Is marching in that caravan ^[4] .

At first they move a little slow,

But still the faster on they go,

And still beside them close I keep

Until we reach the town of Sleep.

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[1] march [mɑːtʃ] v． 行进，行军

[2] circus [ˈsəːkəs] n． 马戏团

[3] green [ɡriːn] n. （尤指城镇或村庄中心的）绿地

[4] caravan [ˈkærəvæn] n． 大篷车 MN7kKpQew1HwHJbIUecDK4ISnZdtdA687hzP4sKi8QkmBRlSlqGkF7X5r+G7Z/ge