The Child's Garden Of Verses

The Land Of Counterpane
Robert 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 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 scribbles out
And plant 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