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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/comments.php?id=507743" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Little Land</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0">When at home alone I sit <br>And am very tired of it, <br>I have just to shut my eyes <br>To go sailing through the skies-- <br>To go sailing far away <br>To the pleasant Land of Play; <br>To the fairy land afar <br>Where the Little People are; <br>Where the clover-tops are trees, <br>And the rain-pools are the seas, <br>And the leaves, like little ships, <br>Sail about on tiny trips; <br>And above the Daisy tree <br>Through the grasses, <br>High o'erhead the Bumble Bee <br>Hums and passes. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">In that forest to and fro <br>I can wander, I can go; <br>See the spider and the fly, <br>And the ants go marching by, <br>Carrying parcels with their feet <br>Down the green and grassy street. <br>I can in the sorrel sit <br>Where the ladybird alit. <br>I can climb the jointed grass <br>And on high <br>See the greater swallows pass <br>In the sky, <br>And the round sun rolling by <br>Heeding no such things as I. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Through that forest I can pass <br>Till, as in a looking-glass, <br>Humming fly and daisy tree <br>And my tiny self I see, <br>Painted very clear and neat <br>On the rain-pool at my feet. <br>Should a leaflet come to land <br>Drifting near to where I stand, <br>Straight I'll board that tiny boat <br>Round the rain-pool sea to float. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">Little thoughtful creatures sit <br>On the grassy coasts of it; <br>Little things with lovely eyes <br>See me sailing with surprise. <br>Some are clad in armour green-- <br>(These have sure to battle been!)-- <br>Some are pied with ev'ry hue, <br>Black and crimson, gold and blue; <br>Some have wings and swift are gone;-- <br>But they all look kindly on. </div><div style="margin:10px 0">When my eyes I once again <br>Open, and see all things plain: <br>High bare walls, great bare floor; <br>Great big knobs on drawer and door; <br>Great big people perched on chairs, <br>Stitching tucks and mending tears, <br>Each a hill that I could climb, <br>And talking nonsense all the time-- <br>O dear me, <br>That I could be <br>A sailor on a the rain-pool sea, <br>A climber in the clover tree, <br>And just come back a sleepy-head, <br>Late at night to go to bed.</div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><br />poem by <a href="http://en.citatepedia.ro/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a><div class=q>
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And am very tired of it, 
I have just to shut my eyes 
To go sailing through the skies-- 
To go sailing far away 
To the pleasant Land of Play; 
To the fairy land afar 
Where the Little People are; 
Where the clover-tops ..."></div>
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