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Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)
Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson : 171 / 227
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 so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
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.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Submitted: Friday, January 03, 2003
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Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson : 171 / 227
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I love this poem. It is only one of two poems I remember my granddad liking. Everytime I read it it brings back good memories. I must say this is my favorite poem.
I also remember learning this poem in primary school and lately have wanted to visit the poets I love.
I also like John Masefield's 'Sea Fever'.
I have been looking for this Poem for a long time. It is the very first poem I ever had to memorize. I remember the hours my mother spent with me helping me. It helps bring back fond memories of my mother.