A child's garden of verses
AcniiJD'5 • •GTKEOJ Or -VER^ ^rr^^^rr, 3—- i • ' w1 •• • -v ' .:•*-<.* :. f;, • ;.t .•/' f_ • « ' ' L . -f / (UNI \C ROBERT LOVIS STEVENSON EDINBVRGn. VAIL1MA ACHILLA GARDENor -ERT'ljOVIS STEVENSON -TRATED— DYCHARLES ROBINSON. Copyright 1895, by Uharle* Scrilmer't Kont All rights reserved LONG NIGHTS YOU LAY AWAKE AND WATCHED FOR MY UNWORTHY SAKE: FOR YOUR MOST COMFORTABLE HAND THAT LED ME THROUGH THE UNEVEN LAND: FOR ALL THE STORY BOOKS YOU READ: FOR ALL THE PAINS YOU COMFORTED: FOR ALL YOU PITIED, ALL YOU BORE, IN SAD AND HAPPY DAYS OF YORE:— MY SECOND MOTHER, MY FIRST WIFE, THE ANGEL OF MY INFANT LIFE— FROM THE SICK CHILD, NOW WELL AND OLD, TAKE, NURSE, THE LITTLE BOOK YOU HOLD! AND GRANT IT, HEAVEN, THAT ALL WHO READ MAY FIND AS DEAR A NURSE AT NEED, AND EVERY CHILD WHO LISTS MY RHYME, IN THE BRIGHT, FIRESIDE, NURSERY CLIME, MAY HEAR IT IN AS KIND A VOICE AS MADE MY CHILDISH DAYS REJOICE! R. L. S. Bed in Summer A Thought At the Seaside Young Night Thought Whole Duty of Children Jiain Pirate Story Foreign Lands Windy Nights Travel Singing Looking Forward A Good Play Where Go the Boats? Page 3 5 6 7 9 10 11 13 15 17 20 21 22 24 CONTENTS Auntie s Skirts page $>t> The Land of Counterpane 27 The Land of Nod 29 My Shadow 32 System 34 A Good Boy 36 Escape at Bedtime 38 Marching Song 40 The Cow 42 Happy Thought 44 TVze JFmd 45 Keepsake Mill 47 Good awe? Bad Children 49 Foreign Children 51 *SW,y Travels 53 Lamplighter 55 J3ed z* « ^oa/ 57 Moon 59 Swing go 7?we 64 Looking-Glass River 65 -FazVz/ 5re«</ 67 From a Railway Carriage 68 Winter-Time 70 77*e /%/o/2 72 Farewell to the Farm 74 xii CONTENTS North-West Passage 1. Good Night 2. Shadow March 3. In Port Pacje 76 77 78 THE CHILD ALONE The Unseen Playmate 81 My Ship and I 83 My Kingdom 85 Picture Books in Winter/' 87 My Treasu™ 89 Block City 91 The Land of Story-Books 93 Armies in the Fire 95 The Little Land 97 CONTENTS GARDEN DAYS Night and Day Page 103 Nest Eggs 107 The Flowers 110 Summer Sun 112 The Dumb Soldier 114 Autumn Fires 117 The Gardenei 119 Historical Associations 121 ENVOYS To Willie and Henrietta To my Mother To Auntie To Minnie To my Name-Child To any Reader 125 127 128 12f) 133 136 ACHILUS GAKDENof Verses IN winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. BED IN SUMMER And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should like so much to play, To have to go to bed by day ? is very nice to think The world is full of - - meat and drink, Wthlittk children- A Tnought. Oi,(iVright 18(.i"). l,y Charles Kcrihner'l Stunt V4/HEN I was down beside the sd Awooden spade they gave to nw To dig die sandy shore. ; My holes \vere empty like a cup , "In every hole the sea came up. it could come no more. ThcScasidc Cufynght 1895, by CharUl Scrdner't Svtu Tl -• ^OUNG NlGHTlnOUGHT LL night long and every night, When my mamma puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As plain as day, before my eye. Armies and emperors and kings, All carrying different kinds of things, And marching in so grand a way, You never saw the like by day. So fine a show was never seen, At the great circus on the green ; For every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan. ^LSETjSaJ Cf THE (UNIVERSITY^ YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT At first they move a little slow, But still the faster on they go, And still beside them close I keep Until we reach the town of Sleep. WHOLE OUT CHILD should always "~-~ what's true -And speak when he is spoken to, And behave manner!/ at table: At least as far as he is able - Copyright 1890, 6» Charles Scribntr's Sam RAIJV IrlLraJn is raining all around, It falls on field and tree , It rains on the umbrellas here., And on the ships at sea.. Copyright 1800, 6y Charles Scriliner'i Sont 5TOKY rTHHREE of us afloat in the meadow by the A swing, Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure to-day that we 're afloat, Wary of the weather and steering by a star ? Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat, To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar ? 11 PIRATE STORY Hi ! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea — Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar ! Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be, The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore. P into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me ? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Adorned with flowers before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had never seen before. 13 FOREIGN LANDS I saw the dimpling river pass And be the sky's blue looking-glass ; The dusty roads go up and down With people tramping in to town. If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see, To where the grown-up river slips Into the sea among the ships, To where the roads on either hand Lead onward into fairy land, Where all the children dine at five, And all the playthings come alive. HENEVER the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night when the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about ? WINDY NIGHTS Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea, By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he ; By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again, {SHOULD like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow ; — Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, And, watched by cockatoos and goats, Lonely £rusoes building boats ; — WThere in sunshine reaching out Eastern cities, miles about, Are with mosque and minaret Among sandy gardens set, And the rich goods from near and far Hang for sale in the bazaar ; — 17 TRAVEL Where the Great Wall round China goes, And on one side the desert blows, And with bell and voice and drum, Cities on the other hum ; — Where are forests, hot as fire, Wide as England, tall as a spire, Full of apes and cocoa-nuts And the negro hunters' huts ; — Where the knotty crocodile Lies and blinks in the Nile, And the red flamingo flies Hunting fish before his eyes ; — Where in jungles near and far, Man-devouring tigers are, Lying close and giving ear Lest the hunt be drawing near, Or a comer-by be seen Swinging in a palanquin : — Where among the desert sands Some deserted city stands, All its children, sweep and prince. Grown to manhood ages since, Not a foot in street or house, Not a stir of child or mouse, And when kindly falls the night, In all the town no spark of ligb?;. There I'll come when I'm a man With a camel caravan ; Light a fire in the gloom Of some dusty dining-room ; 18 TRAVEL See the pictures on the walls, Heroes, fights and festivals; And in a corner find the toys Of the old Egyptian boys. RINGING * F speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests among the trees ; The sailor sings of ropes and things In ships upon the seas. The children sing in far Japan, The children sing in Spain ; The organ with the organ man Is singing in the rain. 20 \ 4 7TTEN I am grown to maris estate. • T T I shall be very proud and And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my leys . ~~^^. 21 WE built a ship upon the stairs All made of the back-bedroom chairs, And filled it full of sofa pillows To go a-sailing on the billows. We took a saw and several nails, And water in the nursery pails ; And Tom said, ' Let us also take An apple and a slice of cake ; '- Which was enough for Tom and me To go a-sailing on, till tea. 22 A GOOD PLAY We sailed along for days and days, And had the very best of plays ; But Tom fell out and hurt his knee, So there was no one left but me. C.C BOATS? ARK brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam, Boats of mine a-boating — Where will all come home ? On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, ..Away down the hill. WHERE GO THE BOATS'? Away down the river, A hundred miles or more, Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. AUNTIES SKIRTS hcncvcr Auntie mo\ H Fler make cirious And trundle after. thrcLierh door.. HEN 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. 27 THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE 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. •-77 OTv OD Copyright 1895, Ay Charlts Scrtlmer's Son ROM breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay; But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do — All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. "Up the mountain sides of dreams? Copjrifht 1895, by Charles Scribncr't Soni THE LAND OF NOD The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear. MI SHADOW 1HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. V. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head ; « And I see ;him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. v The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow — Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow ; For he sometimes shoots up taller, like an india- rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. 32 MY SHADOW He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see ; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me ! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, 1 rose and found the shining dew on every but tercup ; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. VERY night my prayers I say, And get my dinner every day ; And every day that I've been good, I get an orange after food SYSTEM The child that is not clean and neat. With lots of toys and things to eat, He is a naughty child, I'm sure — Or else his dear papa is poor. II WOKE before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood, And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good. My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair, And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer. I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise, No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes, 36 A GOOD BOY But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn, And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn. T HE lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars ; And high overhead and all moving about, There were thousands of millions of stars. There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree, Nor of people in church or the Park, As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me, And that glittered and winked in the dark. ESCAPE AT BEDTIME The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all, And the star of the sailor/ and Mars, These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall, Would be half full of water and stars. They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries, And they soon had me packed into bed ; But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes, And the stars going round in my head. ^S OF THE UNIVERSITY' ^UFORNIA- MARCHING' '5ONG BRING the comb and play upon it ! Marching, here we come ! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. Mary Jane commands the party, Peter leads the rear ; Fleet in time, alert and hearty, Each a Grenadier ! All in the most martial manner Marching double-quick ; While the napkin like a banner Waves upon the stick ! 40 MARCHING SONG Here's enough of fame and pillage, Great commander Jane ! Now that we've been round the village, Let's go home again. THE friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart : She gives me cream with all her might, To eat with apple-tart. 42 THE COW She wanders lowing here and there, And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day ; And blown by all the winds that pass And wet with all the showers, She walks among the meadow grass And eats the meadow flowers. "^ TTNIVERSTT , Of; 1WT7 TIEUSff. \ve should all be as happ^ THE \viito 1SAW you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky ; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass — • O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song ! I saw the different things you did, But always you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all — O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song ! O wi 45 THE WIND O you that are so strong and cold, () blower, are you young or old ? Are you a beast of field and tree, Or just a stronger child than me ? O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song ! I KEEF3AKE MILL r - V /l\ ^^"^ ^le borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, Out through the breach in the wall of the garden, Down by the banks of the river, we go. Here is the mill with the humming of thunder, Here is the weir with the wonder of foam, Here is the sluice writh the race running under — Marvellous places, though handy to home ! Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller, Stiller the note of the birds on the hill ; Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller, Deaf are his ears with the moil of the mill. Years may go by, and the wheel in the river Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day, Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever Long after all of the boys are away. 47 KEEPSAKE MILL Home from the Indies and home from me ocean, Heroes and soldiers we all shall come home ; Still we shall find the old mill wheel in motion, Turning and churning that river to foam. You with the bean that I gave when we quarrelled, I with your marble of Saturday last, Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled, Here we shall meet and remember the past. **TH£-BEflN- TmT- I • QfWE • WHEN • WE OUBRRELLBD" 48 i.rM _: Vgjp HILDREN, you are very little, And your bones are very brittle ; If you would grow great and stately, You must try to walk sedately. You must still be bright and quiet, And content with simple diet ; And remain, through all bewild'ring, Innocent and honest children. Happy hearts and happy faces, Happy play in grassy places — That was how, in ancient ages, Children grew to kings and sages. But the unkind and the unruly, And the sort who eat unduly, They must never hope for glory- Theirs is quite a different story ! GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN Cruel children, crying babies, All grow up as geese and gabies, Hated, as the.ir age increases, By their nephews and their nieces. 50 FOREIGN CHILDREN LITTLE Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, O ! don't you wish that you were me ? You have seen the scarlet trees And the lions over seas ; You have eaten ostrich eggs, And turned the turtles off their legs. Such a life is very fine, But it 's not so nice as mine : You must often, as you trod, Have wearied not to be abroad. 51 FOREIGN CHILDREN You have curious things to eat, I am fed on proper meat; You must dwell beyond the foam, But I am safe and live at home. Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, O ! don't you wish that you were me ? HE sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie ; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at home, in shining day, We round the sunny garden play, Each little Indian sleepy-head Is being kissed and put to bed. OF THE UNIVER 53 THE SUN'S TRAVELS And when at eve I rise from tea, Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea And all the children in the West Are getting up and being dressed. THE LAMP LIOMTLK MY tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky; It 's time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at tea-time and before you take your seat, With lantern and with ladder he comes posting up the street. Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea, And my papa 's a banker and as rich as he can be ; But I, when I am stronger and can choose what I 'm to do, O Leerie, 1 '11 go round at night and light the lamps with you ! 55 THE LAMPLIGHTER For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door, And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more ; And O ! before you hurry by with ladder and with light, O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him to-night ! ABO\T BED is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I em bark; She girds me in my sailor's coat And starts me in the dark. At night, I go on board and say Good-night to all my friends on shore ; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more. And sometimes things to bed I take, As prudent sailors have to do : Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, Perhaps a toy or two. 57 MY BED IS A BOAT All night across the dark we steer: But when the day returns at last, Safe in my room, beside the pier, I find mv vessel fast. ,MOON THE moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the house, The bat that lies in bed at noon, All love to be out by the light of the moon. UNIVERSITY The moon has a- face like Ihe dock- in ihchall; Copyright 1896, fcjr Charles fScri/mer's Sent THE MOON But all of the things that belong to the day Cuddle to sleep to be out of her way ; And flowers and children close their eyes Till up in the morning the sun shall arise- OW 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 — THE SWING 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 !. (UKIV UNIVERSITY ^ Hopped upon the window ""• sill, ; ocked his shining eye and • S said: Ain't you 'shamed , you sleepv-head?? 1895, 6y RIVER MOOTH it slides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam- O the clean gravel ! O the smooth stream ! Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, Paven pools as clear as air — How a child wishes To live down there ! We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool Down in cool places, Dim and very cool ; 65 LOOKING-GLASS RIVER Till a wind or water wrinkle, Dipping marten, plumping trout. Spreads in a twinkle And blots all out. See the rings pursue each other ; All below grows black as night, Just as if mother Had blown out the light ! Patience, children, just a minute- See the spreading circles die ; The stream and all in it Will clear by-and-by. 66 up here. O dusty feet ! V_^- Here is fairy bread to cat. Here In my retiring- room. Children you may dine On the golden smell of broom And the shade of pine , And when you have eater* well, Fair/ stories hear and tell \ ASTER than fairies, faster than \ witches, *» Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches ; And charging along like troops in a battle, All through the meadows the horses and cattle : All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain ; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles ; Here is a tramp who stands and gazes ; And there is the green for stringing the daisies ! 68 FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE Here is a cart run away in the road Lumping along with man ana load ; And here is a mill and there is a river : Each a glimpse and gone for ever ! lies the wintry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head ; Blinks but an hour or two ; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies, At morning in the dark I rise ; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. 70 WINTER-TIME "Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit ; — •£-& Or, with a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap : The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod ; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad ; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a wedding-cake. 71 THE H ROUGH all the pleasant meadow-side The grass grew shoulder-high, Till the shining scythes went far and wide And cut it down to dry. These green and sweetly smelling crops They led in waggons home ; And they piled them here in mountain tops For mountaineers to roam. Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail, Mount Eagle and Mount High ; — The mice that in these mountains dwell, No happier are than I ! THE HAYLOFT O what a joy to clamber there, O what a place for play, With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, The happy hills of hay. / HE coach is at the door at last ; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing : Good-bye, good-bye, to everything ! To house and garden, field and lawn, The meadow-gates we swang upon, To pump and stable, tree and swing, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything ! And fare you well for evermore, O ladder at the hayloft door, O hayloft, where the cobwebs cling, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! FAREWELL TO THE FARM Crack goes the whip, and off we go ; The trees and houses smaller grow ; Last, round the woody turn we swing; Good-bye, good-bye, to everything ! JNIVERS • OOOD NIGHT HEN the bright lamp is carried in, lj) The sunless hours again begin ; O'er all without, in field and lane, The haunted night returns again. Now we behold the embers flee About the firelit hearth ; and see Our faces painted as we pass, Like pictures, on the window-glass. Must we to bed, indeed? Well then, Let us arise and go like men, And face with an undaunted tread The long, black passage up to bed. Farewell, O brother, sister, sire ! () pleasant party round the fire ? The songs you sing, the tales you tell, Till far to-morrow, fare ye well ! NORTH -WEST PASSAGE. SHADOl round the house is the jet-black night : It stares through the window-pane ; It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light, And it moves with the moving flame. Now my little heart goes a-beating like a drum, With the breath of the Bogie in my hair ; And all round the candle the crooked shadows come And go marching along up the stair. The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp, The shadow of the child that goes to bed— All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp, tramp, With the black night overhead. NORTH -WEST PASSAOE - AST, to the chamber where I lie My fearful footsteps patter nigh, And come from out the cold and gloom Into my warm and cheerful room. There, safe arrived, we turn about To keep the coming shadows out, And close the happy door at last On all the perils that we past. Then, when mamma goes by to bed, She shall come in with tip-toe tread, And see me lying warm and fast And in the Land of Nod at last. f Vs" Of THE [UNIVERSITY CAUFORNi THE UN5EEN PLAYMATE WHEN children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the Children comes out of the wood. Nobody heard him and nobody saw, His is a picture you never could draw, But he's sure to be present, abroad or at home, When children are happy and playing alone. He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass, He sings when you tinkle the musical glass ; 81 F THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell why The Friend of the Children is sure to be by I He loves to be little, he hates to be big, 'T is he that inhabits the caves that you dig ; 'T is he when you play with your soldiers of tin That sides with the Frenchmen and never can win. 'T is he, when at night you go off to your bed, Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your head ; For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf, 'T is he will take care of your playthings himself! MY SHIF AND I OIT'S I that am the captain of a tidy little ship, Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond ; And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about ; But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out How to send my vessel sailing on beyond. For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm, And the dolly I intend to come alive ; And with him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go, It's a-sailing on the water, when the jolly breezes blow, And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive. MY SHIP AND I O it 's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds, And you '11 hear the water singing at the prow ; For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore, To land upon the island where no dolly was before, And to fire the penny cannon in the bow. MY KINGDOM DOWN by a shining water well I found a very little dell, No higher than my head. The heather and the gorse about In summer bloom were coming out, Some yellow and some red. I called the little pool a sea ; The little hills were big to me ; For I am very small. I made a boat, I made a town, I searched the caverns up and down, And named them one and all. And all about was mine, I said, The little sparrows overhead, The little minnows too. This was the world and I was king ; For me the bees came by to sing, For me the swallows flew. 85 I Tl K T V P. T? MY KINGDOM I played, there were no deeper seas, Nor any wider plains than these, Nor other kings than me. At last I heard my mother call Out from the house at evenfall, To call me home to tea. And I must rise and leave my dell, And leave my dimpled water well, And leave my heather blooms. Alas ! and as my home I neared, How very big my nurse appeared, How great and cool the rooms .' 86 SUMMER fading, winter comes — Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon ; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks In the picture story-books 87 PICTURE BOOKS IN WINTER We may see how all things are, Seas and cities, near and far, And the flying fairies' looks, In the picture story-books. How am I to sing your praise, Happy chimney-corner days, Sitting safe in nursery nooks, Reading picture story-books ? THESE nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest Where all my lead soldiers are lying at rest, Were gathered in autumn by nursie and me In a wood with a well by the side of the sea. This whistle was made (and how clearly it sounds !) By the side of a field at the end of the grounds. Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own- It was nursie who made it, and nursie alone ! MY TREASURES The stone, with the white and the yellow and grey, We discovered I cannot tell how far away ; And I carried it back although weary and cold, For though father denies it, I'm sure it is gold. But of all of my treasures the last is the king, For there's very few children possess such a thing ; And that is a chisel, both handle and blade, Which a man who was really a carpenter made. WHAT are you able to build with your blocks? Castles and palaces, temples and docks. Rain may keep raining, and others go roam, But I can be happy and building at home Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea, There I '11 establish a city for me : A kirk and a mill and a palace beside, And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride. Great is the palace with pillar and wall, A sort of a tower on the top of it all, And steps coming down in an orderly way To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay. This one is sailing and that one is moored : Hark to the song of the sailors on board ! And see on the steps of my palace, the kings Coming and going with presents and things ! 91 BLOCK CITY Now I have done with it, down let it go ! All in a moment the town is laid low. Block upon block lying scattered and free, What is there left of my town by the sea ? Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, And as long as I live and where'er I may be, I '11 always remember my town by the sea. THE LAND or AT evening, when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit ; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, ' All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes ; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. 93 STTT J THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At my dear land of Story-books. THE lamps now glitter down the street; Faintly sound the falling feet ; And the blue even slowly falls About the garden trees and walls. Now in the falling of the gloom The red fire paints the empty room : And warmly on the roof it looks, And flickers on the backs of books. Armies march by tower and spire Of cities blazing, in the fire ; Till as I gaze with staring eyes, The armies fade, the lustre dies. 95 ARMIES IN THE FIRE Then once again the glow returns ; Again the phantom city burns ; And down the red-hot valley, lo ! The phantom armies marching go ! Blinking embers, tell me true, Where are those armies marching to, And what the burning city is That crumbles in your furnaces ! THE LITTLE IAND WHEN at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just 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'erhead the Bumble Bee Hums and passes. 97 G THE LITTLE LAND 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. I can in the sorrel sit Where the ladybird alit. I can climb the jointed grass; And on high See the greater swallows pass In the sky, And the round sun rolling by Heeding no such things as I. Through that forest I can pass Till, as in a looking glass, Humming fly and daisy tree And my tiny self I see, 98 THE LITTLE LAND 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 '11 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 armour green — (These have sure to battle been !) — Some are pied with ev'ry hue, Black and crimson, gold and blue ; Some have wings and swift are gone ;- But they all look kindly on. When my eyes I once again Open, and see all things plain : High bare walls, great bare floor; 99 THE LITTLE LAND Great big knobs on drawer and door ; Great big people perched on chairs, Stitching tucks and mending tears, Each a hill that I could climb, And talking nonsense all the time O dear me, That I could be A sailor on the rain-pool sea, A climber in the clover-tree, And just come back, a sleepy head, Late at night to go to bed. DAYS Copyright 1395, 6» Charlei Scribntr'i Soni UNIVERSITY OF NIGHT AND WHEN the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, flower and sun, Vanish all things mortal. 103 NIGHT AND DAY As the blinding shadows fall, As the rays diminish, Under the evening's cloak, they all Roll away and vanish. Garden darkened, daisy shut, Child in bed, they slumber — Glow-worm in the highway rut, Mice among the lumber. In the darkness houses shine, Parents move with candles ; Till on all, the night divine Turns the bedroom handles. 104 NIGHT AND DAY Till at last the day begins In the east a-breaking, In the hedges and the whins Sleeping birds a-waking. In the darkness shapes of things, Houses, trees, and hedges Clearer grow ; and sparrow's wings Beat on window ledges. These shall wake the yawning maid ; She the door shall open — Finding dew on garden glade And the morning broken. There my garden grows again Green and rosy painted, As at eve behind the pane From my eyes it fainted. Just as it was shut away, Toy-like, in the even, Here I see it glow with day Under glowing heaven. NIGHT AND DAY Every path and every plot, Every bush of roses, Every blue forget-me-not Where the dew reposes, " Up ! " they cry, " the day is come On the smiling valleys : We have beat the morning drum ; Playmate, join your allies ! " IRDS all the sunny day Flutter and quarrel Here in the arbour-like Tent of the laurel. Here in the fork The brown nest is seated ; Four little blue eggs The mother keeps heated. 107 NEST EGGS While we stand watching her, Staring like gabies, Safe in each egg are the Bird's little babies. Soon the frail eggs they shall Chip, and upspringing Make all the April woods Merry with singing. Younger than we are, O children, and frailer, Soon in blue air they'll be, Singer and sailor. We, so much older, Taller and stronger, We shall look down on the Birdies no longer. They shall go flying With musical speeches High overhead in the Tops of the beeches. 108 NEST EGGS In spite of our wisdom And sensible talking, We on our feet must go Plodding and walking. r HE FLOWER^ ALL the names I know from nurse : Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse ; Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock. Fairy places, fairy things, Fairy woods where the wild bee wings, Tiny trees for tiny dames — These must all be fairy names ! 110 THE FLOWERS Tiny woods below whose boughs Shady fairies weave a house ; Tiny tree tops, rose or thyme, Where the braver fairies climb ! Fair are grown-up people's trees, But the fairest woods are these ; Where, if I were not so tall, I should live for good and all. GREAT is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose ; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. 112 SUMMER SUN Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two To slip his golden fingers through. The dusty attic spider-clad He, through the keyhole, maketh glad ; And through the broken edge of tiles, Into> the laddered hayloft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground, And sheds a warm and glittering look Among the ivy's inmost nook. Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air with footing true, To please the child, to paint the rose, The gardener of the World, he goes. 113 THE DUMB SOLDIER WHEN the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found And hid a soldier underground. THE DUMB SOLDIER Spring and daisies came apace ; Grasses hide my hiding place ; Grasses run like a green sea O'er the lawn up to my knee. Under grass alone he lies, Looking up with leaden eyes, Scarlet coat and pointed gun, To the stars and to the sun. When the grass is ripe like grain, When the scythe is stoned again, When the lawn is shaven clear, Then my hole shall reappear. I shall find him, never fear, I shall find my grenadier ; But for all that 's gone and come, I shall find my soldier dumb. He has lived, a little thing, In the grassy woods of spring ; Done, if he could tell me true, Just as I should like to do. 115 THE DUMB SOLDIER He has seen the starry hours And the springing of the flowers ; And the fairy things that pass In the forests of the grass, In the silence he has heard Talking bee and ladybird, And the butterfly has flown O'er him as he lay alone. Not a word will he disclose, Not a word of all he knows. I must lay him on the shelf, And make up the tale myself. AUTUMN IN the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail ! 117 P4UFO AUTUMN FIRES Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons f Something bright in all ! Flowers in the summer, Fires in the fall ! 118 THE gardener does not love to talk, He makes me keep the gravel walk ; And when he puts his tools awray, He locks the door and takes the key. Away behind the currant row Where no one else but cook may go, Far in the plots, I see him dig, Old and serious, brown and big. He digs the flowers, green, red and blue, Nor wishes to be spoken to. He digs the flowers and cuts the hay, And never seems to want to play. 119 THE GARDENER Silly gardener ! summer goes, And winter comes with pinching toes, When in the garden bare and brown You must lay your barrow down. Well now, and while the summer stays, To profit by these garden days, O how much wiser you would be To play at Indian wars with me! 120 DEAR Uncle Jim, this garden ground That now you smoke your pipe around, Has seen immortal actions done And valiant battles lost and won. Here we had best on tip-toe tread, While I for safety march ahead, For this is that enchanted ground Where all who loiter slumber sound. Here is the sea, here is the sand, Here is simple Shepherd's Land, Here are the fairy hollyhocks, And there are Ali Baba's rocks. But yonder, see ! apart and high, Frozen Siberia lies ; where I, With Robert Bruce and William Tell, Was bound by an enchanter's spell. 121 HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS There, then, awhile in chains we lay, In wintry dungeons, far from day ; But ris'n at length, with might and main, Our iron fetters burst in twain. Then all the horns were blown in town ; And to the ramparts clanging down, All the giants leaped to horse And charged behind us through the gorse, On we rode, the others and 1, Over the mountains blue, and by The Silver River, the sounding sea, And the robber woods of Tartaiy. A thousand miles we galloped fast, And down the witches' lane we passed, And rode amain with brandished sword, Up to the middle, through the ford. Last we drew rein — a weary three — Upon the lawn, in time for tea, And from our steeds alighted down Before the gates of Babylon. 122 Copyright 1895, by Charles Kcribner'* _ r mm ASTTA ^ * ®5 * ^Pl X w -J, w J I F two may read aright These rhymes of old delight And house and garden play, You two, my cousins, and you only, may. You in a garden green With me were king and queen, Were hunter, soldier, tar, And all the thousand things that children are. Now in the elders' seat We rest with quiet feet, And from the window-bay We watch the children, our successors, play. 