Wynken, Blynken and Nod (1889)
I used to have this book when I was a very young child, and I’m sure my mother read several of his poems to me. This one stands out for its rhythmic quality and its innocent imagery.
In 1969, The Irish Rovers recorded a version (word for word) of it, which I used to play for my daughters when they were young, also. It gives me a feeling of secure comfort, even now.
Mom and I saw The Irish Rovers perform live on stage in Salmon Arm. (Thanks, Mom.)