MY KINGDOM I played there were no deeper seas, Nor other kings than me. At last I heard my mother call And I must rise and leave my dell, And leave my heather blooms. How great and cool the rooms! IV PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER UMMER fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, Water now is turned to stone All the pretty things put by, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story-books. We may see how all things are, Seas and cities, near and far, PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER How am I to sing your praise, Reading picture story-books? 61 MY TREASURES 'HESE nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest TH Where all my lead soldiers are lying at rest, Were gathered in autumn by nursie and me In a wood with a well by the side of the sea. This whistle we made (and how clearly it sounds !) The stone, with the white and the yellow and grey, But of all of my treasures the last is the king, Which a man who was really a carpenter made. VI BLOCK CITY WHAT HAT are you able to build with your blocks? Castles and palaces, temples and docks. Rain may keep raining, and others go roam, But I can be happy and building at home. Let the sofa be mountains, the carpet be sea, A kirk and a mill and a palace beside, And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride. Great is the palace with pillar and wall, This one is sailing and that one is moored : |