Complete Works of Robert Louis Stevenson (Illustrated) (485 page)

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WINDY NIGHTS

TRAVEL

SINGING

LOOKING FORWARD

A GOOD PLAY

WHERE GO THE BOATS?

AUNTIE’S SKIRTS

THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE

THE LAND OF NOD

MY SHADOW

SYSTEM

A GOOD BOY

ESCAPE AT BEDTIME

MARCHING SONG

THE COW

HAPPY THOUGHT

THE WIND

KEEPSAKE MILL

GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN

FOREIGN CHILDREN

THE SUN TRAVELS

THE LAMPLIGHTER

MY BED IS A BOAT

THE MOON

THE SWING

TIME TO RISE

LOOKING-GLASS RIVER

FAIRY BREAD

FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE

WINTER-TIME

THE HAYLOFT

FAREWELL TO THE FARM

NORTH-WEST PASSAGE

THE CHILD ALONE

THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE

MY SHIP AND I

MY KINGDOM

PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER

MY TREASURES

BLOCK CITY

THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS

ARMIES IN THE FIRE

THE LITTLE LAND

GARDEN DAYS

NIGHT AND DAY

NEST EGGS

THE FLOWERS

SUMMER SUN

THE DUMB SOLDIER

AUTUMN FIRES

THE GARDENER

HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS

ENVOYS

TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA

TO MY MOTHER

TO AUNTIE

TO MINNIE

TO MY NAME-CHILD

TO ANY READER

 

 

 

TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM

 

FROM HER BOY

For the 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.

 

A CHILD’S GARDEN OF VERSES

 

 

 

BED IN SUMMER

 

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.

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?

 

Mary

Hans

 

A THOUGHT

 

It is very nice to think

The world is full of meat and drink,

With little children saying grace

In every Christian kind of place.

Biddy

Fifine

 

BED IN SUMMER

 

 

AT THE SEA-SIDE

 

When I was down beside the sea

A wooden spade they gave to me

To dig the sandy shore.

My holes were empty like a cup.

In every hole the sea came up,

Till it could come no more.

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