Tuesday, April 1, 2014

THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE By Robet Louis Stevenson

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 solders go,
With different uniforms and drills,
      Among the bedclothes, 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.


-Hope

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