A Child's Garden of Verses

XII
LOOKING FORWARD

 
WHEN I am grown to man's estate
I shall be very proud and great.
And tell the other girls and boys
Not to meddle with my toys.
 

XIII
A GOOD PLAY

 
WE built a ship upon the stairs
All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
And filled it full of sofa pillows
To go a-sailing on the billows.
 
 
We took a saw and several nails,
And water in the nursery pails;
And Tom said, 'Let us also take
An apple and a slice of cake;' —
Which was enough for Tom and me
To go a-sailing on till tea.
 
 
We sailed along for days and days,
And had the very best of plays;
But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,
So there was no one left but me.
 

XIV
WHERE GO THE BOATS?

 
DARK brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
 
 
Green leaves a-floating,
Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating —
Where will all come home?
 
 
On goes the river
And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,
Away down the hill.
 
 
Away down the river,
A hundred miles or more,
Other little children
Shall bring my boats ashore.
 

XV
AUNTIE'S SKIRTS

 
WHENEVER Auntie moves around,
Her dresses make a curious sound;
They trail behind her up the floor,
And trundle after through the door.
 

XVI
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.
 

XVII
THE LAND OF NOD

 
FROM breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay;
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
 
 
All by myself I have to go,
With none to tell me what to do —
All alone beside the streams
And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
 
 
The strangest things are there for me,
Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad
Till morning in the land of Nod.
 
 
Try as I like to find the way,
I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear
The curious music that I hear.
 

XVIII
MY SHADOW

 
I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me,
And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;
And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
 
 
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow —
Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,
And sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all.
 
 
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,
And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see;
I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
 
 
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,
I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,
Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
 

XIX
SYSTEM

 
EVERY night my prayers I say,
And get my dinner every day;
And every day that I've been good,
I get an orange after food.
 
 
The child that is not clean and neat,
With lots of toys and things to eat,
He is a naughty child, I'm sure —
Or else his dear papa is poor.
 

XX
A GOOD BOY

 
I WOKE before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.
 
 
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,
And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.
 
 
My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,
And I must off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.
 
 
I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,
No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes,
 
 
But slumber holds me tightly till I waken in the dawn,
And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.
 

XXI
ESCAPE AT BEDTIME

 
THE lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,
Nor of people in church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,
And that glittered and winked in the dark.
The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all
And the Star of the Sailor, and Mars,
These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall
Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,
And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,
And the stars going round in my head.
 

XXII
MARCHING SONG

 
BRING the comb and play upon it!
Marching, here we come!
Willie cocks his highland bonnet,
Johnnie beats the drum.
 
 
Mary Jane commands the party,
Peter leads the rear;
Feet in time, alert and hearty,
Each a Grenadier!
 
 
All in the most martial manner
Marching double-quick;
While the napkin like a banner
Waves upon the stick!
 
 
Here's enough of fame and pillage,
Great commander Jane!
Now that we've been round the village,
Let's go home again.
 

XXIII
THE COW

 
THE friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
 
 
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
 
 
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.