I KNOW a man br With face of tan, br But who is ever kind; br Whom girls and boys br Leave games and toys br Each eventide to find. br When day grows dim, br They watch for him, br He comes to place his claim; br He wears the crown br Of Dreaming-town; br The sand-man is his name. br When sparkling eyes br Droop sleepywise br And busy lips grow dumb; br When little heads br Nod toward the beds, br We know the sand-man's come.