Where Fairies Play.

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When at home alone I sit
And I am very tired of it.
I just have to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies--
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of play;
To the fairy land afar
Where the little people are;

Any child's garden of dreams

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'er head the Bumble Bee
Hums and passes.

The crawlies
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.

Sailing by in a magic boat
Through the 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 where I stand,
Straight I'll board that tiny boat
Round the rain pool sea to float.
floating on the rain pool
The beautiful creatures watching us sail by

Little thoughtful creatures sit
On the grassy coasts of it;
Little things with lovely eyes
See me sailing with surprise.
Some are clad in armor green--
(these have sure to battle been!)
Some are pied with every hue,
Black and crimson, gold and blue;
Some have wings and swift are gone;
But they all look kindly on.
That I could be
A sailor on a rain pool sea,
A climber in the clover tree,
And just come back a sleepy-head,
Late at night to go to bed.

Robert Louis Stevenson
(A Child's Garden of Verses)

Boy on a mushroom

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