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Слушать(AI)The Land Of Counterpane
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
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 soI watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;
And sometimes sent my ships in
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
That sits upon the pillow-hill,
And sees before him, dale and plain,
The pleasant land of counterpane.original illustration for this poem by Jessie Wilcox Smith from Stevenson's "A Child's Garden of Verses"
Robert Louis Stevenson
Robert Louis Stevenson (born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson; 13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet and travel writer
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