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The Land of Counterpane; Robert Louis Stevenson
Topic Started: May 17 2011, 03:02 PM (49 Views)
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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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