When at home alone I sit
And I am very tired of it.
I just have to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies--
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the little people are;
Where the clover tops are trees,
And the rain pools are the seas,
And the leaves, like little ships,
Sail about on tiny trips;
And above the Daisy tree
Through the grasses,
High o'er head the Bumble Bee
Hums and passes.
In that forest to and fro
I can wander, I can go;
See the spider and the fly,
And the ants go marching by,
Carrying parcels with their feet
Down the green and grassy street.
Through the forest I can pass
Till, as in a looking glass,
Humming fly and daisy tree
And my tiny self I see,
Painted very clear and neat
On the rain pool at my feet.
Should a leaflet come to land
Drifting near to where I stand,
Straight I'll board that tiny boat
Round the rain pool sea to float.
Little thoughtful creatures sit
On the grassy coasts of it;
Little things with lovely eyes
See me sailing with surprise.
Some are clad in armor green--
(these have sure to battle been!)
Some are pied with every hue,
Black and crimson, gold and blue;
Some have wings and swift are gone;
But they all look kindly on.
That I could be
A sailor on a rain pool sea,
A climber in the clover tree,
And just come back a sleepy-head,
Late at night to go to bed.
Robert Louis Stevenson
(A Child's Garden of Verses)
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