26 THE LITTLE LAND WHEN at home alone I sit To the pleasant Land of Play; Where the Little People are; And above the daisy tree Through the grasses, High o'erhead the Bumble Bee In that forest to and fro Carrying parcels with their feet Where the lady-bird alit. I can climb the jointed grass; See the greater swallows pass And the round sun rolling by, Heeding no such things as I. Through that forest I can pass Little thoughtful creatures sit 10 15 20 5 Little things with lovely eyes Open and see all things plain, That I could be A sailor on the rain-pool sea, And just come back, a sleepy-head, ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON. sor'rel, a little plant; par'cels, bundles; pied, marked with different colors; crim'son, a deep red color; leaf'let, a tiny leaf; coast, the ground next to a body of water; stitch, to sew. Do you think that a boy or girl is talking in this poem ? Why do you think so? Is it a real country the child tells about? Why does he call it "the little land"? Close your eyes and see if you can see it. What kind of people live in this land? HIE AWAY HIE away, hie away! Where the copsewood is the greenest, Hie away, hie away! - SIR WALTER SCOTT. 5 10 5 10 15 20 27 NARCISSUS ONCE upon a time, long, long ago, there lived, in a far-away land called Greece, a young shepherd named Narcissus. All day long he minded his sheep on the hills of Greece, and drove them from place to place to find the very best pasture. One day the sheep stopped to drink from a little stream. The water in this stream was so clear that it was like a great looking-glass, and reflected everything that leaned over it. Now it happened that while Narcissus was waiting for the sheep to drink, he chanced to see his |