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.

-By Robert Louis Stevenson