Foreign Lands by Robert Louis Stevenson
Foreign Lands on my (http://www.blogger.com) _______________________________________________________________________________ Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me I held the trunk with both my hand and looked abroad on foreign lands I saw the dimpling river pass And be the sky's blue looking glass The dusty roads go up and down With people trampling into town If i could find a higher tree Farther and farther I should see To where the grown up river slips Into the sea among the ships To where the roads on either hand Lead on into fairy land Where all the children dine at 5 and all the playthings come alive Part 2 _______________________________________________________________________ The robin will wear on his bosom A vest that is bright and new And the loveliest wayside blossom Will shine with the sun and dew The leaves today are whirling The brooks are dry and dumb...