Classic and Contemporary Poetry
THE CHILD ALONE: 7. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS, by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Poet Analysis Poet's Biography First Line: At evening when the lamp is lit Last Line: At my dear land of story-books. Alternate Author Name(s): Stevenson, Robert Lewis Balfour Subject(s): Books; Children; Mothers; Play; Reading; Childhood | ||||||||
AT evening when the lamp is lit, Around the fire my parents sit They sit at home and talk and sing, And do not play at anything. Now, with my little gun, I crawl All in the dark along the wall, And follow round the forest track Away behind the sofa back. There, in the night, where none can spy, All in my hunter's camp I lie, And play at books that I have read Till it is time to go to bed. These are the hills, these are the woods, These are my starry solitudes; And there the river by whose brink The roaring lions come to drink. I see the others far away As if in firelit camp they lay, And I, like to an Indian scout, Around their party prowled about. So, when my nurse comes in for me, Home I return across the sea, And go to bed with backward looks At my dear land of Story-books. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...THE THREE CHILDREN by JOSEPHINE JACOBSEN CHILDREN SELECTING BOOKS IN A LIBRARY by RANDALL JARRELL COME TO THE STONE ... by RANDALL JARRELL THE LOST WORLD by RANDALL JARRELL A SICK CHILD by RANDALL JARRELL CONTINENT'S END by ROBINSON JEFFERS ON THE DEATH OF FRIENDS IN CHILDHOOD by DONALD JUSTICE THE POET AT SEVEN by DONALD JUSTICE A GOOD PLAY by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON |
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