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. ARMIES IN THE FIRE HE lamps now glitter down the street; TH And the blue even slowly falls Now in the falling of the gloom Armies march by tower and spire Then once again the glow returns; Blinking embers, tell me true IX THE LITTLE LAND W HEN at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To the pleasant Land of Play; Where the Little People are; Through the grasses, In that forest to and fro THE LITTLE LAND I can in the sorrel sit I can climb the jointed grass; See the greater swallows pass And the round sun rolling by Through that forest I can pass Little thoughtful creatures sit When my eyes I once again 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. |