BED IN SUMMER
YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT
PIRATE STORY
FAREWELL TO THE FARM
THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE
FAIRY BREAD
ESCAPE AT BEDTIME
A GOOD PLAY
MARCHING SONG
WHERE GO THE BOATS
THE HAYLOFT
AUNTIE'S SKIRTS
THE MOON
THE COW
FOREIGN LANDS
SYSTEM
AT THE SEASIDE
HAPPY THOUGHT
THE LAND OF NOD
WINDY NIGHTS
TIME TO RISE
RAIN
FOREIGN CHILDREN
LOOKING FORWARD
MY SHADOW
THE SUN'S TRAVELS
LOOKING-GLASS RIVER
THE LAMPLIGHTER
SINGING
TRAVEL
MY BED IS A BOAT
KEEPSAKE MILL
THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE
MY SHIP AND I
THE WIND
A GOOD BOY
GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN
PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER
THE SWING
A THOUGHT
ARMIES IN THE FIRE
MY KINGDOM
SHADOW MARCH
WINTER-TIME
THE LITTLE LAND
IN PORT
NIGHT AND DAY
NEST EGGS
THE FLOWERS
FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE
MY TREASURES
BLOCK CITY
THE GARDENER
A CHILD'S GARDEN of VERSES
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BED IN SUMMER
In winter I get up at night,
And dress by yellow candle light.
In summer quite the other way,
I have to go to bed by day.
I have to go to bed and see
The birds still hopping on the tree,
Or hear the grown-up people's feet,
Still going past me in the street.
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And does it not seem hard to you,
When all the sky is clear and blue,
And I should like so much to play,
To have to go to bed by day?
YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT
All night long and every night,
When my mamma puts out the light
I see the people marching by,
As plain as day, before my eye.
Armies and emperors and kings,
All carrying different kinds of things,
And marching in so grand a way,
You never saw the like by day.
So fine a show was never seen
At the great circus on the green;
For every kind beast and man
Is marching in that caravan.
At first they move a little slow,
But still the faster on they go,
And still beside them close I keep
Until we reach the Town of Sleep.
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PIRATE STORY
Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing.
Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the wave
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