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. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...SATIRES OF CIRCUMSTANCE: 11. IN THE RESTAURANT by THOMAS HARDY THE SLEEPER by EDGAR ALLAN POE THE OLD MAID by GEORGE BARLOW (1847-1913) THE LAST LULLABY by HENRY BATAILLE SLEEPING OUT: FULL MOON by RUPERT BROOKE PRIVATE DEVOTION by PHOEBE HINSDALE BROWN |