THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE





When I was sick and lay abed,

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay

To keep me happy all the day.



And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my leaden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills,

Among the bedclothes, through the hills;



And sometimes sent my ships in fleets

All up and down among the sheets;

Or brought my trees and houses out,

And planted cities all about.



I was the giant great and still

That sits upon the pillow hill,

And sees before him, dale and plain,

The pleasant land of counterpane.





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