Hatt OfaUegR of Agriculture At Cfnrnell Iwiiieraitg Htbrarg Cornell University Library PR 5489.C5 AchUd'sgarderjofverses Cornell University Library The original of this book is in the Cornell University Library. There are no known copyright restrictions in the United States on the use of the text. http://www.archive.org/details/cu31924014529691 A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES VARIOUS EDITIOWa OF A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES BY KOBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Published by CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS Illuslraied by Jessie Willcox Smith with 12 full-page illustrations in colors and nu- merous pen-and-ink illustrations. Royal 8vo, , . . $2.50 Illustrated by Florence Storer with 8 full- page illustrations in colors and numerous blac(k-and-white illustrations. Square 8vo, . . . Si. 50 Profusely illustrated by Charles Robinson with pen-and-ink illustrations. 12mo, . SI. 50 ^\'ith numerous illustrations. 12ino, . 50c. In the Scrihner Series of School Readers, Illustrated. 12mo, . . . net, 50c. Without illustrations 12mo Sl.OO l6mo, Cloth, 50c.; Leather, net, 75c. p •v" , ■ - 5;^^*^^":;^ ■;'T:'' ■■■■■■ -^-^ i - ^1* J^W'^Ul^^^ *:■- ■:■ ^^... ^^..^tl ^mmk,^ |i N.1lp. '¥ s . t* -^i!--: 1 :^.^ - 'I''"" ■" ''*V%^ - ?-^' '^X^ /^: ^..' ^%.m.. ■■■ ^jt*^,„ ,.,#; *<*^.,„ ", * , . ,; ,^ , -» Fair are grownup people's trees, ¥bere, if I vcre not so tall, But the fairest woods arc lfa«s^; I ^Iiould live for ^ood and all. A CHILD'5 GARDEN OP VERSES ROBERT LOVIS STEVENSON ^^ilLLVSTRATED 1910 CHARLES J^?^ BY • FLORENCE ^EDITH STORER i,^ SCRIBNER'^S a^SONS NMYORK^ Copyright, igog, py CHARLES SCRIBNER'S SONS TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM FROM HER BOY For the long nights you la^ awake And watched for my unworthy sake: For your most comfortable hand That led me through the uneven land: For all the story-hooks you read: For all the pains you comforted: For all you pitied, all you bore. In sad and happy days of yore : — My second Mother, my first Wife, The angel of my infant life — From the sick child, now well and old. Take, nurse, the little book you hold! And grant it. Heaven, that all who read May find as dear a nurse at need, And every child who lists my rhyme. In the bright, fireside, nursery clime. May hear it in as k'^d a voice As made my childish days rejoice! R. L S. CONTENTS PAGE To Alison Cunningham v Bed in Summer 3 A Thought 4 At the Sea-side 4 Young Night Thought 6 Whole Duty of Children 8 Rain , . . . . 9 Pirate Story 10 Foreign Lands » . . . . 11 Windy Nights 13 Travel 14 Singing 18 Looking Forward 19 A Good Play 20 Where Go the Boats ? 22 Auntie's Skirts 23 The Land of Counterpane 24 The Land of Nod 25 My Shadow 27 System 29 A Good Boy 30 Escape at Bedtime 32 vii PAGE Marching Song 33 The Cow 35 Happy Thought 35 The Wind 36 Keepsake Mill 37 Good and Bad Children 39 Foreign Children 41 The Sun's Travels 42 The Lamplighter 43 My Bed is a Boat 45 The Moon 47 The Swing 48 Time to Rise 48 Looking-glass River 50 Fairy Bread 52 From a Railway Carriage 53 Winter-time 54 The Hayloft 56 Farewell to the Farm 58 North-west Passage 60 1. Good-Night 2. Shadow March 3. In Port THE CHILD ALONE The Unseen Playmate 65 My Ship and I 66 My Kingdom 69 viii PAGE Picture-books in Winter 71 My Treasures . 73 Block City o . . . . 74 The Land of Story-books ...... 76 Armies in the Fire 79 The Little Land 81 GARDEN DAYS Night and Day 87 Nest Eggs 90 The Flowers 93 Summer Sun 94 The Dumb Soldier 96 Autumn Fires 98 The Gardener 99 Historical Associations 101 ENVOYS To Willie and Henrietta 105 To My Mother 107 To Auntie 108 To Minnie 109 To My Name-Child. ........ 112 To Any Reader .... 114 FULL-PAGE ILLUSTRATIONS IX COLORS Fair are grown-up people's trees Frontispiece FACIXG PAGE Tlu-ee of us aboard in the basket on the lea 10 Eastern cities, miles about 16 wind, a-blowing all day long 36 Children, you may dine On the golden smell of broom 52 The long black passage up to bed . . 6'2 1 can climb the jointed grass . . . . . 82 From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail ! . . , .... 98 IN BLACK AXD ^YHITE PAGE I have to a'o to bed bv dav . ... 2 In every hole the sea came up . . . We sailed along for days and days . . And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more Up in the air I go flying again ....*.... 5 21 44 49 PAGE Oh, what a place for play! 57 I am the captain of a tidy little ship 67 Now, with my little gun, I crawl 77 While we stand watching her 91 xu ^ ,rYC>'\v- ^\ A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES I have to go to bed by day W BED IN SUMMER In Avinter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grow^n-up people's feet Still going past me in the street. And does it not seem hard to you, When all the sky is clear and blue, And I should Uke so much to play. To have to go to bed by day? [j] A THOUGHT It is very nice to tliink The world is full of meat and drink, With little children saying grace In every Christian kind of place. AT THE SEA-SIDE When I was down beside the sea A vs^ooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up, Till it could come no more. [^1 In every hole the sea came up // .c _ l I Mt ll I YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT All night long and every night, When my mamma puts out the light, I see the people marching by, As plain as day, before my eye. Armies and emperors and kings. All carrying different kinds of things. And marching in so grand a way, You never saw the like by day. So fine a show was never seen At the great circus on the green; For every kind of beast and man Is marching in that caravan. At first they move a Uttle slow But still the faster on they go, And still beside them close I keep Until w^e reach the tow^n of Sleep. v>^ r [7] WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN A child should always say what's true And speak w^hen he is spoken to, And behave mannerly at table; At least as far as he is able. [^] RAIN :;i,st The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. PIRATE STORY Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring. And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure, to-day that w^e're afloat, Wary of the weather and steering by a star.? Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat, To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar? Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea — Cattle on the meadow a-charging w^ith a roar! Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be, The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore. [/o] Three of us aboard in Uie basket on the lea FOREIGN LANDS Up into the cherry tree Who should cUmb but Uttle me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands. I saw the next door garden lie, Adorned w^ith flow^ers, before my eye, And many pleasant places more That I had never seen before. [^^] I saw the dimpling river pass And be the sky's blue looking-glass; The dusty roads go up and down With people tramping in to town. If I could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see, To w^here the grow^n-up river slips Into the sea among the ships, To Avhere the roads on either hand Lead onward into fairy land. Where all the children dine at five. And all the playthings come alive. [12] 2fi9m'a WINDY NIGHTS 1 Whenever the moon and stars are set, Whenever the wind is high, All night long in the dark and "wet, A man goes riding by. Late in the night Tvhen the fires are out, Why does he gallop and gallop about? Whenever the trees are crying aloud, And ships are tossed at sea, By, on the highway, low and loud, By at the gallop goes he. By at the gallop he goes, and then By he comes back at the gallop again. [U] TRAVEL I should like to rise and go Where the golden apples grow; — Where below another sky Parrot islands anchored lie, And, ^vatched by cockatoos and goats, Lonely Crusoes building boats; — Where in sunshine reaching out Eastern cities, miles about, Are w^ith mosque and minaret Among sandy gardens set, And the rich goods from near and far Hang for sale in the bazaar;— Where the Great Wall round China goes. And on one side the desert blows. And with bell and voice and drum. Cities on the other hum; — Where are forests, hot as fire, Wide as England, tall as a spire, Full of apes and cocoa-nuts And the negro hunters' huts; — Where the knotty crocodile Lies and blinks in the Nile, And the red flamingo flies Hunting fish before his eyes; — Where in jungles, near and far, Man-devouring tigers are. Lying close and giving ear Lest the hunt be drawing near, Or a comer-by be seen Swinging in a palanquin; — [^5] Where among the desert sands Some deserted city stands, All its children, sweep and prince, Grown to manhood ages since. Not a foot in street or house, Not a stir of child or mouse. And when kindly falls the night, [i6] ^^ i"*->^^^B i nij^^A^ r^^P^ 1 ^^# ■^B^HBH^I^^Rf?w!i te kJ ■ ^ # ^' 's'' ' *'^ w^^N*^E^r'^'^^ii^iwllB 'i / - Eastern cities, miles about In all the town no spark of light. There I'll come w^hen I'm a man With a camel caravan ; Light a fire in the gloom Of some dusty dining-room; See the pictures on the walls, Heroes, fights, and festivals; And in a corner find the toys Of the old Egyptian boys. [//] ;n \''><^/ j^ Of speckled eggs the birdie sings [! j, / And nests among the trees; ,.,^^^ ^^C\ ^ The sailor sings of ropes and things X "vji In ships upon the seas. The children sing in far Japan, The children sing in Spain; The organ with the organ man Is singing in the rain. -/ ^.^;y% LOOKING FORWARD When I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great, And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys. {^9\ A GOOD PLAY We built a ship upon the stairs All made of the back-bedroom chairs, And filled it full of sofa pillows To go a-sailing on the billows. We took a saw and several nails, And water in the nursery pails; And Tom said, "Let us also take An apple and a slice of cake;" — Which w^as enough for Tom and me To go a-sailing on, till tea. We sailed along for days and days, And had the very best of plays; But Tom fell out and hurt his knee, So there was no one left but me. [20] We sailed along for days and days WHERE GO THE BOATS? Dark brown is the river, Golden is the sand. It flows along for ever, With trees on either hand. Green leaves a-floating, Castles of the foam. Boats of mine a-boatihg — Where w^ill all come home? [22] On goes the river And out past the mill, Away down the valley, Away down the hill. Away down the river, A hundred miles or more. Other little children Shall bring my boats ashore. AUNTIE'S SKIRTS Whenever Auntie moves around, Her dresses make a curious sound. They trail behind her up the floor. And trundle after through the door. *1p^s' s bl 1.1 ■i' i^j] T THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE When I was sick and lay a-bed, I had tw^o pilloAvs 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 driUs, Among the bed-clothes, 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. THE LAND OF NOD From breakfast on through all the day At home among my friends I stay. But every night I go abroad Afar into the land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, With none to tell me what to do— All alone beside the streams And up the mountain-sides of dreams. [2S] The strangest things are there for me, Both things to eat and things to see, And many frightening sights abroad Till morning in the land of Nod. Try as I like to find the way, I never can get back by day, Nor can remember plain and clear The curious music that I hear. [26] MY SHADOW I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, ' * And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. [27\ The funniest thing about him is the way he lilces to grow- Not at all like proper children, wljich is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how^ children ought to play. And can only make a fool of me in every sort of w^ay. He stays so close beside me. he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun w^as up, I rose and found the shining dew^ on every buttercup; But my lazy little shado\v, like an arrant sleepy-head. Had stayed at home behind me and ^vas fast asleep in bed. [28] SYSTEM Every night my prayers I say, And get my dinner every day; And every day that I've been good, I get an orange after food. The child that is not clean and neat, With lots of toys and things to eat. He is a naughty child, I'm sure — Or else his dear papa is poor. -»y^ [^9] A GOOD BOY I Avoke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly w^ord, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun is going down behind the w^ood. And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good. My bed is w^aiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair, And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer. I know^ that, till to-morro^^^ I shall see the sun arise. No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes. {30] But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn, And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn. [jn ESCAPE AT BEDTIME The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead and all moving about, There w^ere thousands of millions of stars. There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree, Nor of people in church or the Park, As the crowds of the stars that looked do\vn upon me, And that glittered and winked in the dark. [32] The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all. And the star of the sailor, and Mars, These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall Would be half full of water and stars. They saw^ me at last, and they chased me with cries. And they soon had me packed into bed; But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes, And the stars going round in my head. '-7 ■ i?!? MARCHING SONG Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here w^e come! Willie cocks his highland bonnet, Johnnie beats the drum. Mary Jane commands the party, Peter leads the rear; Feet in time, alert and hearty. Each a Grenadier! [JJ] All in the most martial manner Marching double-quick; While the napkin, like a banner, Waves upon the stick! Here's enough of fame and pillage. Great commander Jane! Now that >ve've been round the village, Let's go home again. f \%v V^/j" ' ^^s^^s^^mi^^T^ ij/j THE COW The friendly cow all red and white, I love with all my heart: She gives me cream with all her might, To eat w^ith apple-tart. She w^anders low^ing here and there. And yet she cannot stray, All in the pleasant open air, The pleasant light of day; And blow^n by all the w^inds that pass And wet with all the showers. She Avalks among the meado\v grass And eats the meadow^ flow^ers. HAPPY THOUGHT The w^orld is so full of a nunjber of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. [JS] > V#* J J. - ^-^ ' *^ THE WIND I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; And all around I heard you pass, Like ladies' skirts across the grass — O mnd, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! I saw^ the different things you did, But alw^ays you yourself you hid. I felt you push, I heard you call, I could not see yourself at all^ O wind, a-blow^ing all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O you that are so strong and cold, O blower, are you young or old? Are you a beast of field and tree. Or just a stronger child than me? O >vind, a-blo>ving all day long, O wind, that sings so loud a song! O wind, a-blowing all day long / ?^^ Bd^tm KEEPSAKE MILL Over the borders, a sin \vithout pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, Out through the breach in the Avail of the garden, Dow^n by the banks of the river, w^e go. Here is the mill with the humming of thunder. Here is the weir with the w^onder of foam, Here is the sluice Avith the race running under — Marvellous places, though handy to home! Sounds of the village grow stiller and stiller. Stiller the note of the birds on the hill; Dusty and dim are the eyes of the miller. Deaf are his ears with the moil of the mill. [37] Years may go by, and the \vheel in the river Wheel as it wheels for us, children, to-day. Wheel and keep roaring and foaming for ever Long after all of the boys are away. Home from the Indies and home from the ocean. Heroes and soldiers \ve all shall come home; Still w^e shall find the old mill w^heel in motion, Turning and churning that river to foam. You w^ith the bean that I gave when w^e quarrelled, I with your marble of Saturday last, Honoured and old and all gaily apparelled. Here we shall meet and remember the past. [JS] GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN Children, you are very little, And your bones are very brittle; If you Tvould groAV great ajid stately, You must try to w^alk sedately. You must still be bright and quiet. And content with simple diet; And remain, through all bewild'ring, Innocent and honest children. [39] Happy hearts and happy faces, Happy play in grassy places — That was how, in ancient ages, Children grew to kings and sages. But the unkind and the unruly, And the sort who eat unduly. They must never hope for glory— Theirs is quite a different story! Cruel children, crying babies, All grow up as geese and gabies. Hated, as their age increases, By their nephews and their nieces. [ ^0 ] s^jnm ■'■/;r FOREIGN CHILDREN Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me? You have seen the scarlet trees And the lions over seas; You have eaten ostrich eggs, And turned the turtles off their legs. f% Such a life is very fine. But it's not so nice as mine: You must often, as you trod. Have wearied not to be abroad. r- \l^A ''S^ mm You have curious things to eat, I am fed on proper meat; You must dwell beyond the foam. But I am safe and live at home. Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you w^ish that you were me? [^^J THE SUN'S TRAVELS The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; Still round the earth his way he takes, And morning after morning makes. While here at home, in shining day, We round the sunny garden play, Each little Indian sleepy-head Is being kissed and put to bed. >^ And when at eve I rise from tea, Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea; And all the children in the West Are getting up and being dressed. i:\r.!^> THE LAMPLIGHTER My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky. It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by; For every night at teatime and before you take your seat, With lantern and mth ladder he comes posting up the street. And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more Now Tom would be a driver and Maria go to sea, And my papa's a banker and as rich as he can be; But I, w^hen I am stronger and c^n choose w^hat I'm to do, O Leerie, I'll go round at night and light the lamps w^ith you! For we are very lucky, with a lamp before the door, And Leerie stops to light it as he lights so many more ; And oh ! before you hurry by w^ith ladder and w^ith light; O Leerie, see a little child and nod to him to-night! MY BED IS A BOAT My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; She girds me in my sailor's coat And starts me in the dark. At night, I go on board and say Good-night to all my friends on shore; I shut my eyes and sail away And see and hear no more. And sometimes things to bed I take, As prudent sailors have to do; Perhaps a slice of wedding-cake, Perhaps a toy or two. All night across the dark w^e steer; But w^hen the day returns at last. Safe in my room, beside the pier, I find my vessel fast. \46\ THE MOON The moon has a face Hke the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbour quays, And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the house. The bat that lies in bed at noon, All love to be out by the light of the moon. But all of the things that belong to the day Cuddle to sleep to be out out of her way; And flow^ers and children close their eyes Till up in the morning the sun shall arise. ^mWWZT^JM V If WP%'' [^7] THE SWING How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the w^all, Till I can see so w^ide, Rivers and trees and cattle and all Over the countryside — Till I look do\vn on the garden green, Down on the roof so brown — Up in the air I go flying again, Up in the air and dow^n! -mma— TIME TO RISE A birdie with a yellow bill Hopped upon the window sill, Cocked his shining eye and said: "Ain't you 'shamed, you sleepy-head!" Up in the air I go flying again LOOKING-GLASS RIVER Smooth it slides upon its travel, Here a wimple, there a gleam — O the clean gravel! O the smooth stream! [50] Sailing blossoms, silver fishes, Paven pools as clear as air — How a child wishes To live dow^n there! We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool Do\vn in cool places. Dim and very cool; Till a wind or water w^rinkle, Dipping marten, plumping trout. Spreads in a twinkle And blots all out. See the rings pursue each other; All below^ grow^s black as night, Just as if mother Had blown out the light! Patience, children, just a minute — See the spreading circles die; The stream and all in it Will clear by-and-by. .iiiii; ■un •r FAIRY BREAD Come up here, O dusty feet! Here is fairy bread to eat. Here in my retiring room, Cliildren, you may dine On the golden smell of broom And the shade of pine; And when you have eaten well. Fairy stories hear and tell. [ 52 ] Children, you may dine On the golden smell of broom FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE Faster than fairies, faster than witches, Bridges and houses, hedges and ditches; And charging along Uke troops in a battle All through the meadows the horses and cattle: All of the sights of the hill and the plain Fly as thick as driving rain; And ever again, in the wink of an eye, Painted stations whistle by. i53] Here is a child who clambers and scrambles, All by himself and gathering brambles; Here is a tramp -who stands and gazes; And there is the green for stringing the daisies! Here is a cart run away in the road Lumping along w^ith man and load; And here is a mill, and there is a river: Each a glimpse and gone for ever! WINTER -TIME Late lies the w^intry sun a-bed, A frosty, fiery sleepy-head; Blinks but an hour or two; and then, A blood-red orange, sets again. Before the stars have left the skies. At morning in the dark I rise; And shivering in my nakedness, By the cold candle, bathe and dress. [S4] Close by the jolly fire I sit To warm my frozen bones a bit; Or w^ith a reindeer-sled, explore The colder countries round the door. When to go out, my nurse doth wrap Me in my comforter and cap; The cold wind burns my face, and blows Its frosty pepper up my nose. Black are my steps on silver sod ; Thick blows my frosty breath abroad; And tree and house, and hill and lake, Are frosted like a ^vedding-cake. [55] THE HAYLOFT Through all the pleasant meadow-side The grass grew shoulder-high, Till the shining scythes w^ent far and mde And cut it dow^n to dry. Those green and sweetly smelling crops They led in waggons home; And they piled them here in mountain tops For mountaineers to roam. Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail, Mount Eagle and Mount High;— The mice that in these mountains dwell, No happier are than I! Oh, w^hat a joy to clamber there, Oh, w^hat a place for play, With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, The happy hills of hay! [5^] Oh, what a place for play FAREWELL TO THE FARM The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast And kissing hands, in chorus sing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! To house and garden, field and la>vn, The meadow-gates we sw^ang upon. To pump and stable, tree and swing, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! And fare you well for evermore, O ladder at the hayloft door, O hayloft where the cobwebs cling, Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! Crack goes the whip, and off w^e go; The trees and houses smaller grow^; Last, round the woody turn ^ve swing: Good-bye, good-bye, to everything! ,-^it. ' \59\ e iiil NORTH-WEST PASSAGE t .1 •fi-^i/|iu 11 «f .fi^ ^ M- 1. Good-Night When the bright lamp is carried in, The sunless hours again begin; O'er all without, in field and lane. The haunted night returns again. Now we behold the embers flee About the firelit hearth; and see Our faces painted as Ave pass, Like pictures, on the window-glass. Must we to bed indeed ? Well then, Let us arise and go like men, And face Avith an undaunted tread The long black passage up to bed. iii^^^J^ , , -ft' T ^v-l Jft^C /- ^'^lll// % laj I, h i^i^ Farewell, O brother, sister, sire ! ^ ?//, / i' O pleasant party round the fire! The songs you sing, the tales you tell. Till far to-morrow, fare ye well! /^* , / 2. Shadow March All round the house is the jet-black night; It stares through the window-pane; It craw^ls in the corners, hiding from the light, And it moves with the moving flame. Now^ my little heart goes a-beating like a drum, With the breath of the Bogie in my hair ; And all round the candle the crooked shadows come, And go marching along up the stair. The shadow of the balusters, the shadow of the lamp. The shadow of the child that goes to bed — All the wicked shadows coming, tramp, tramp, tramp, With the black night overhead. 3. In Port Last, to the chamber where I lie My fearful footsteps patter nigh. And come from out the cold and gloom Into my w^arm and cheerful room. [6z] There, safe arrived, we turn about To keep the coming shadows out, And close the happy door at last On all the perils that we past. Then, w^hen mamma goes by to bed. She shall come in with tip-toe tread. And see me lying warm and fast And in the Land of Nod at last. [62] The long black passage up to bed THE CHILD- ALONE THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE When children are playing alone on the green, In conies the playmate that never ^vas seen. When children are happy and lonely and good, The Friend of the Children conies out of the wood. Nobody heard him and nobody saw. His is a picture you never could draw. But he's sure to be present, abroad, or at home. When children are happy and playing alone. He lies in the laurels, he runs on the grass, He sings Avhen you tinkle the musical glass; Whene'er you are happy and cannot tell ^vhy, The Friend of the Children is sure to be by! [65] He loves to be little, he hates to be big, 'Tis he that inhabits the caves that you dig; 'Tis he when you play with your soldiers of tin That sides with the Frenchmen and never can Win. 'Tis he, when at night you go off to your bed, Bids you go to your sleep and not trouble your head; For wherever they're lying, in cupboard or shelf, 'Tis he will take care of your playthings himself! fmu.. MY SHIP AND I O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship, Of a ship that goes a-sailing on the pond; And my ship it keeps a-turning all around and all about ; But when I'm a little older, I shall find the secret out How to send my vessel sailing on beyond. [66] I am the captain of a tidy little ship For I mean to grow as little as the dolly at the helm, And the dolly I intend to come alive; And Avith him beside to help me, it's a-sailing I shall go, It's a-sailing on the water, Avhen the jolly breezes blow And the vessel goes a divie-divie-dive. O it's then you'll see me sailing through the rushes and the reeds. And you'll hear the water singing at the prow^; For beside the dolly sailor, I'm to voyage and explore. To land upon the island where no dolly was before, And to fire the penny cannon in the bow^. / li \. -P >N1#lf%lk.f ir 7/' «^ MY KINGDOM Do\vn by a shining water well I found a very little dell, No higher than my head. The heather and the gorse about In summer bloom were coming out, Some yellow^ and some red. V69^ I called the little pool a sea; The little hills were big to me; For I am very small. I made a boat, I made a town, I searched the caverns up and down, And named them one and all. And all about was mine, I said, The little sparrows overhead, The little minnows too. This was the world and I was king; For me the bees came by to sing, For me the swallows flew^. I played there w^ere no deeper seas, Nor any wider plains than these. Nor other kings than me. At last I heard my mother call Out from the house at evenfall, To call me home to tea. And I must rise and leave my dell. And leave my dimpled water well. And leave my heather blooms. Alas! and as my home I neared. How very big my nurse appeared, How great and cool the rooms! {70] PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER Summer fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, WindoAV robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can w^alk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story-books. We may see how^ all things are Seas and cities, near and far, And the flying fairies' looks. In the picture story-books. How am I to sing your praise, Happy chimney-corner days. Sitting safe in nursery nooks, Reading picture story-books.^ [7^1 MY TREASURES These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest, Where all my lead soldiers are lying at rest, Were gathered in autumn by nursie and me In a Avood ^vith a well by the side of the sea. This whistle w^e made (and how^ clearly it sounds!) By the side of a field at the end of the grounds. Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own, It w^as nursie who made it, and nursie alone! The stone, with the white and the yellow and grey. We discovered I cannot tell how far aw^ay; And I carried it back although weary and cold, For though father denies it, I'm svire it is gold. [73] But of all my treasures the last is the king, For there's very few children possess such a thing; And that is a chisel, both handle and blade. Which a man who was really a carpenter made. BLOCK CITY What 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, There I'll establish a city for me: A kirk and a mill and a palace beside. And a harbour as well where my vessels may ride. V74\ Great is the palace Tivith pillar and wall, A sort of a tower on the top of it all, And steps coming dow^n in an orderly w^ay To w^here my toy vessels lie safe in the bay. This one is sailing and that one is moored: Hark to the song of the sailors on board! And see, on the steps of my palace, the kings Coming and going w^ith presents and things! [75] Now I have done with it, down let it go! All in a moment the town is laid low. Block upon block lying scattered and free, What is there left of my town by the sea? 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. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS At 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 All in the dark along the wall. And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. [76] Now, with my little gun, I crawl There, in the night, where none can spy. All in my hunter's camp I he, 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 Avhose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far a^vay As if in firelit camp they lay. And I, like to an Indian scout. Around their party prowled about. 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. {7S] ARMIES IN THE FIRE The lamps now glitter down the street; Faintly sound the faUing feet; And the blue even slowly falls About the garden trees and walls. Now in the faUing of the gloom The red fire paints the empty room: And warmly on the roof it looks, And flickers on the backs of books. [79] Armies march by tower and spire Of cities blazing, in the fire; — Till as I gaze with staring eyes, The armies fade, the lustre dies. Then once again the glow returns; Again the phantom city burns; And dow^n the red-hot valley, lo! The phantom armies marching go! Blinking embers, tell me true Where are those armies marching to, And what the burning city is That crumbles in your furnaces! S'iL : r""! [So] THE LITTLE LAND When at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To go saihng through the skies- To go sailing far away To the pleasant Land of Play; To the fairy land afar Where the Little People are; Where the clover-tops are trees, And the rain-pools are the seas, And the leaves like little ships Sail about on tiny trips; And above the daisy tree Through the grasses, High o'erhead the Bumble Bee Hums and passes. [Si] In that forest to and fro I can wander, I can go; See the spider and the fly, And the ants go marching by 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; And on high See the greater sAvallow^s pass In the sky, And the round sun rolling by Heeding no such things as I. Through that forest I can pass Till, as in a looking-glass, Humming fly and daisy tree And my tiny self I see, Painted very clear and neat On the rain-pool at my feet. Should a leaflet come to land Drifting near to w^here I stand. Straight I'll board that tiny boat, Round the rain-pool sea to float. Little thoughtful creatures sit On the grassy coasts of it; Little things with lovely eyes [82] I can climb the jointed grass See me sailing w^ith surprise. Some are clad in armour green — (These have sure to battle been!) — Some are pied with ev'ry hue, Black and crimson, gold and blue; Some have wings and swift are gone;- But they all look kindly on. When my eyes I once again Open, and see all things plain: High bare w^alls, great bare floor; Great big knobs on draw^er and door; Great big people perched on chairs, Stitching tucks and mending tears, Each a hill that I could climb. 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. And just come back, a sleepy-head. Late at night to go to bed. [S3] GARDEN DAYS NIGHT AND DAY When the golden day is done, Through the closing portal, Child and garden, flower and sun, Vanish aU things mortal. As the bhnding shado\vs fall As the rays diminish. Under evening's cloak, they all Roll away and vanish. Garden darkened, daisy shut, Child in bed, they slumber — Glow^-w^orm in the highw^ay rut, Mice among the lumber. In the darkness houses shine, Parents move with candles; Till on all, the night divine Turns the bedroom handles. Till at last the day begins In the east a-breaking, In the hedges and the whins Sleeping birds a-waking. In the darkness shapes of things. Houses, trees and hedges. Clearer grow; and sparrow^'s w^ings Beat on window ledges. These shall w^ake the yawning maid; She the door shall open- Finding dew^ on garden glade And the morning broken. There my garden grow^s again Green and rosy painted. As at eve behind the pane From my eyes it fainted. Just as it was shut aw^ay. Toy-like, in the even. Here I see it glow with day Under glowing heaven. [88] Every path and every plot, Every bush of roses, Every blue forget-me-not Where the dew reposes, "Up!" they cry, "the day is come On the smiling valleys: We have beat the morning drum; Playmate, join your allies!" [89 NEST EGGS Birds all the sunny day Flutter and quarrel Here in the arbour-like Tent of the laurel. Here in the fork The brown nest is seated; Four little blue eggs The mother keeps heated. While we stand w^atching her, Staring like gabies, Safe in each egg are the Bird's little babies. [90] While we stand watching her Soon the frail eggs they shall Chip, and upspringing Make all the April woods Merry with singing. Younger than we are, O children, and frailer. Soon in blue air they'll be. Singer and sailor. We, so much older. Taller and stronger. We shall look down on the Birdies no longer. They shall go flying With musical speeches High overhead in the Tops of the beeches. In spite of our w^isdom And sensible talking, We on our feet must go Plodding and w^alking. [P^] THE FLOWERS All the names I know from nurse : Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons. Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock. Fairy places, fairy things, Fairy -woods where the wild bee wings, Tiny trees for tiny dames — These must all be fairy names! [9J] Tiny woods below whose boughs Shady fairies weave a house; Tiny tree-tops, rose or thyme, Where the braver fairies climb! Fair are grown-up people's trees, But the fairest woods are these; Where, if I w^ere not so tall, I should live for good and all. SUMMER SUN Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; And in the blue and glowing days More thick than rain he showers his rays. Though closer still the blinds we pull To keep the shady parlour cool, Yet he will find a chink or two To slip his golden fingers through. [9^] The dusty attic spider-clad He, through the keyhole, maketh glad ; And through the broken edge of tiles, Into the laddered hay-loft smiles. Meantime his golden face around He bares to all the garden ground. And sheds a ysratva. and glittering look Among the ivy's inmost nook. Above the hills, along the blue, Round the bright air Avith footing true. To please the child, to paint the rose. The gardener of the World, he goes. [95] m^i.fL THE DUMB SOLDIER When the grass was closely mown, Walking on the lawn alone, In the turf a hole I found, And hid a soldier underground. Spring and daisies came apace; Grasses hide my hiding place; Grasses run like a green sea O'er the lawn up to my knee. Under grass alone he lies, Looking up with leaden eyes, Scarlet coat and pointed gun. To the stars and to the sun. When the grass is ripe like grain, When the scythe is stoned again, When the lawn is shaven clear. Then my hole shall reappear. [96] I shall find him, never fear, I shall find my grenadier; But for all that's gone and come, I shall find my soldier dumb. He has lived, a little thing, In the grassy woods of spring; Done, if he could tell me true. Just as I should like to do. He has seen the starry hours And the springing of the flo^vers; And the fairy things that pass In the forests of the grass. In the silence he has heard Talking bee and ladybird. And the butterfly has flown O'er him as he lay alone. Not a ^vord w^ill he disclose, Not a Avord of all he knows. I must lay him on the shelf. And make up the tale myself. [97\ AUTUMN FIRES In the other gardens And all up the vale, From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail! Pleasant summer over And all the summer flowers, The red fire blazes, The grey smoke towers. Sing a song of seasons! Something bright in all! Flowers in the summer. Fires in the fall! [gs] From the autumn bonfires See the smoke trail ! THE GARDENER The gardener does not love to talk, He makes me keep the gravel walk; And when he puts his tools away, He locks the door and takes the key. Away behind the currant row. Where no one else but Cook may go, Far in the plots, I see him dig, Old and serious, brown and big. [99\ He digs the flowers, green, red, and blue, Nor wishes to be spoken to. He digs the flowers and cuts, the hay, And never seems to want to play. Silly gardener! summer goes, And w^inter comes w^ith pinching toes, When in the garden bare and brow^n You must lay your barrow down. Well no\v, and while the summer stays, To profit by these garden days, O how much wiser you w^ould be To play at Indian wars -with me! ^, [lOO ] HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS Dear Uncle Jim, this garden ground That no\v you smoke your pipe around, Has seen immortal actions done And valiant battles lost and won. Here we had best on tip-toe tread. While I for safety march ahead. For this is that enchanted ground Where all who loiter slumber sound. Here is the sea, here is the Sand, Here is simple Shepherd's Land, Here are the fairy hollyhocks, And there are Ali Baba's rocks. But yonder, see! apart and high. Frozen Siberia lies; where I, With Robert Bruce and William Tell, Was bound by an enchanter's spell. There, then, a w^hile in chains we lay, In wintry dungeons, far from day; [lOl] But ris'n at length, with might and main, Our iron fetters burst in twain. Then all the horns were blow^n in tow^n; And, to the ramparts clanging dow^n. All the giants leaped to horse And charged behind us through the gorse. On we rode, the others and I, Over the mountains blue, and by The Silver River, the sounding sea, And the robber w^oods of Tartary. A thousand miles we galloped fast. And down the witches' lane w^e passed. And rode amain, with brandished sword, Up to the middle, through the ford. Last \ve dre^v rein — a \veary three — Upon the lawn, in time for tea. And from our steeds alighted down Before the gates of Babylon. [ ^02] .f \ ENVOYS TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA If two may read aright These rhymes of old delight And house and garden play, You two, my cousins, and you only, may. You in a garden green With me were king and queen, Were hunter, soldier, tar. And all the thousand things that children are. Now^ in the elders' seat We rest with quiet feet, And from the w^indow-bay We w^atch the children, our successors, play. "Time was," the golden head Irrevocably said ; But time which none can bind, While flowing fast aw^ay, leaves love behind. Vo/ ■'o 'u [io6] TO MY MOTHER You too, my mother, read my rhymes For love of unforgotten times. And you may chance to hear once more The little feet along the floor. [ 707 ] TO AUNTIE Chief of our aunts— not only I, But all your dozen of nurslings cry — What did the other children do? And what were childhood, wanting you? [loS] TO MINNIE The red room with the giant bed Where none but elders laid their head ; The little room where you and I Did for awhile together lie And, simple suitor, I your hand In decent marriage did demand ; The great day nursery, best of all, With pictures pasted on the wall And leaves upon the blind — A pleasant room ^vherein to wake And hear the leafy garden shake And rustle in the wind — And pleasant there to lie in bed And see the pictures overhead — The wars about Sebastopol, The grinning guns along the w^all, The daring escalade, [/op] The plunging ships, the bleating sheep, The happy children ankle-deep And laughing as they wade: All these are vanished clean away, And the old manse is changed to-day; It wears an altered face And shields a stranger race. The river, on from mill to mill, Flow^s past our childhood's garden still; But ah! w^e children never more Shall w^atch it from the w^ater-door! Below the yew— it still is there — Our phantom voices haunt the air As we were still at play. And I can hear them call and say: "How far is it to Babylon?" Ah, far enough, my dear. Far, far enough from here — Yet you have farther gone! "Can I get there by candlelight?" So goes the old refrain. I do not know^ — perchance you might — But only, children, hear it right. Ah, never to return again ! The eternal dawn, beyond a doubt. Shall break on hill and plain. And put all stars and candles out Ere we be young again. [no] To you in distant India, these I send across the seas, Nor count it far across. For which of us forgets The Indian cabinets, The bones of antelope, the -wings of albatross, The pied and painted birds and beans. The junks and bangles, beads and screens. The gods and sacred bells, And the loud-humming, twisted shells! The level of the parlour floor Was honest, homely, Scottish shore; But Avhen ^we climbed upon a chair. Behold the gorgeous East was there! Be this a fable; and behold Me in the parlour as of old, And Minnie just above me set In the quaint Indian cabinet! Smiling and kind, you grace a shelf Too high for me to reach myself. Reach down a hand, my dear, and take These rhymes for old acquaintance' sake! •^tfi' \\t -iif TO MY NAME-CHILD Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed, Little Louis Sanchez, w^ill be given you to read. Then shall you discover, that your name w^as printed dow^n By the English printers, long before, in London to\vn. In the great and busy city w^here the East and West are met, All the little letters did the English printer set; While you thought of nothing, and were still too young to play, Foreign people thought of you in places far away. [712] Ay, and while you slept, a baby, over all the English lands Other little children took the volume in their hands ; Other children questioned, in their homes across the seas: Who was little Louis, w^on't you tell us, mother, please ? No\v that you have spelt your lesson, lay it down and go and play, Seeking shells and sea^veed on the sands of Monterey, Watching all the mighty \vhalebones, lying buried by the breeze. Tiny sandy-pipers, and the huge Pacific seas. And remember in your playing, as the sea-fog rolls to you, Long ere you could read it, how I told you what to do; And that w^hile you thought of no one, nearly half the world away Some one thought of Louis on the beach of Monterey ! TO ANY READER As from the house your i^other sees You playing round the garden trees, So you may see, if you will look Through the windows of this book, Another child, far, far aw^ay. And in another garden, play. But do not think you can at all, By knocking on the window, call That child to hear you. He intent Is all on his play-business bent. He does not hear; he will not look, Nor yet be lured out of this book. For, long ago, the truth to say. He has grow^n up and gone a-way. And it is but a child of air That lingers in the garden there.