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. T ARMIES IN THE FIRE HE lamps now glitter down the street; And the blue even slowly falls Now in the falling of the gloom Armies march by tower and spire Then once again the glow returns; Blinking embers, tell me true THE LITTLE LAND W HEN at home alone I sit And am very tired of it, I have just to shut my eyes To the pleasant Land of Play; Where the Little People are; And above the daisy tree High o'erhead the Bumble Bee In that forest to and fro I can in the sorrel sit I can climb the jointed grass See the greater swallows pass And the round sun rolling by Through that forest I can pass 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 That I could be A sailor on the rain-pool sea, |