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The Swing

by Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885

How do you like to go up in a swing,
  Up in the air so blue?
Oh, i do think it the pleasantest thing
  Ever a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,
  Till i can see so wide,
Rivers and trees and cattle and all
  Over the countryside—

Till i look down on the garden green,
  Down on the roof so brown—
Up in the air I go flying again,
  Up in the air and down!

Published in A Child's Garden of Verses
Tags: childhood

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