Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson

The Land Of Counterpane      

WHEN I was sick and lay a-bed,

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay

To keep me happy all the day.

 

And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my leaden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills,

Among the bed-clothes through the hills;

 

And sometimes sent my ships in fleets

All up and down among the sheets;

Or brought my trees and houses out,

And planted cities all about.

 

I was the giant great and still

That sits upon the pillow-hill,

And sees before him, dale and plain,

The pleasant land of counterpane.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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Looking Forward

WHEN I am grown to man's estate

I shall be very proud and great,

And tell the other girls and boys

Not to meddle with my toys.

 

Robert Louis Stevenson

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Rain

THE rain is raining all around,

It falls on field and tree,

It rains on the umbrellas here,

And on the ships at sea.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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Singing

OF speckled eggs the birdie sings

And nests among the trees;

The sailor sings of ropes and things

In ships upon the seas.

 

The children sing in far Japan,

The children sing in Spain;

The organ with the organ man

Is singing in the rain.

Robert Louis Stevenson

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