Now I have done with it, down let it go ! Yet as I saw it, I see it again, The kirk and the palace, the ships and the men, And as long as I live and where'er I may be, I'll always remember my town by the sea. VII THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS A1 T evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit; They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. F I see the others far away So, when my nurse comes in for me, VIII ARMIES IN THE FIRE HE lamps now glitter down the street; TH Faintly sound the falling feet; And the blue even slowly falls About the garden trees and walls. Now in the falling of the gloom Armies march by tower and spire Then once again the glow returns ; F 2 |