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...TO THE MEMORY OF MR. OLDHAM by JOHN DRYDEN THE BATTLE OF LA PRAIRIE, 1691 by WILLIAM DOUW LIGHTHALL NELL COOK; A LEGEND OF THE 'DARK ENTRY': THE KING'S SCHOLAR'S STORY by RICHARD HARRIS BARHAM SONNET: 2 by RICHARD BARNFIELD DIRGE FOR A YOUNG MAIDEN by THOMAS LOVELL BEDDOES THE NEW WORLD; TO THE PEOPLE OF THE UNITED STATES by LAURENCE BINYON |