The Land of Counterpane
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.
This poem is in the public domain.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Born on November 13, 1850, in Edinburgh, Scotland, Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson
Date Published: 1885-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/land-counterpane