IX THE LITTLE LAND HEN at home alone I sit WHEN And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To the pleasant Land of Play; Where the Little People are ; Where the clover-tops are trees, Through the grasses, In that forest to and fro Carrying parcels with their feet Down the green and grassy street. I can in the sorrel sit Where the ladybird alit. I can climb the jointed grass; See the greater swallows pass In the sky, And the round sun rolling by Through that forest I can pass Little thoughtful creatures sit THE LITTLE LAND Some are clad in armour green (These have sure to battle been !)—— Black and crimson, gold and blue; When my eyes I once again Open, and see all things plain : And talking nonsense all the time— O dear me, That I could be A sailor on the rain-pool sea, A climber in the clover tree, 71 |