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A Child's Own Book of Verse II by  Ada M. Skinner


 

 

THE LAND OF STORYBOOKS

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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.


There, in the night, where none can spy,

All in my hunter's camp I lie,

And play at books that I have read

Till it is time to go to bed.


I see the others far away

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 Storybooks.

—ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON.


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