Land of Counterpane
~Robert Louis Stevenson
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 bedclothes, 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.