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The Land of Counterpane

by Robert Louis Stevenson, 1885

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.

Published in A Child's Garden of Verses
Tags: for children, illness

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