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By at the gallop goes he.
By at the gallop he goes, and then

By he comes back at the gallop again.
X

Travel
I should like to rise and go

Where the golden apples grow;--
Where below another sky

Parrot islands anchored lie,
And, watched by cockatoos and goats,

Lonely Crusoes building boats;--
Where in sunshine reaching out

Eastern cities, miles about,
Are with mosque and minaret

Among sandy gardens set,
And the rich goods from near and far

Hang for sale in the bazaar;--
Where the Great Wall round China goes,

And on one side the desert blows,
And with the voice and bell and drum,

Cities on the other hum;--
Where are forests hot as fire,

Wide as England, tall as a spire,
Full of apes and cocoa-nuts

And the negro hunters' huts;--
Where the knotty crocodile

Lies and blinks in the Nile,
And the red flamingo flies

Hunting fish before his eyes;--
Where in jungles near and far,

Man-devouring tigers are,
Lying close and giving ear

Lest the hunt be drawing near,
Or a comer-by be seen

Swinging in the palanquin;--
Where among the desert sands

Some deserted city stands,
All its children, sweep and prince,

Grown to manhood ages since,
Not a foot in street or house,

Not a stir of child or mouse,
And when kindly falls the night,

In all the town no spark of light.
There I'll come when I'm a man

With a camel caravan;
Light a fire in the gloom

Of some dusty dining-room;
See the pictures on the walls,

Heroes fights and festivals;
And in a corner find the toys

Of the old Egyptian boys.
XI

Singing
Of speckled eggs the birdie sings

And nests among the trees;
The sailor sings of ropes and things

In ships upon the seas.
The children sing in far Japan,

The children sing in Spain;
The organ with the organ man

Is singing in the rain.
XII

Looking Forward
When I am grown to man's estate

I shall be very proud and great,
And tell the other girls and boys

Not to meddle with my toys.
XIII

A Good Play
We built a ship upon the stairs

All made of the back-bedroom chairs,
And filled it full of soft pillows

To go a-sailing on the billows.
We took a saw and several nails,

And water in the nursery pails;
And Tom said, "Let us also take

An apple and a slice of cake;"--
Which was enough for Tom and me

To go a-sailing on, till tea.
We sailed along for days and days,

And had the very best of plays;
But Tom fell out and hurt his knee,

So there was no one left but me.
XIV

Where Go the Boats?
Dark brown is the river,

Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,

With trees on either hand.
Green leaves a-floating,

Castles of the foam,
Boats of mine a-boating--

Where will all come home?
On goes the river

And out past the mill,
Away down the valley,

Away down the hill.
Away down the river,

A hundred miles or more,
Other little children

Shall bring my boats ashore.
XV

Auntie's Skirts
Whenever Auntie moves around,

Her dresses make a curious sound,
They trail behind her up the floor,

And trundle after through the door.
XVI

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.
XVII

The Land of Nod
From breakfast on through all the day

At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad

Afar into the land of Nod.
All by myself I have to go,

With none to tell me what to do--
All alone beside the streams

And up the mountain-sides of dreams.
The strangest things are these for me,

Both things to eat and things to see,
And many frightening sights abroad

Till morning in the land of Nod.
Try as I like to find the way,

I never can get back by day,
Nor can remember plain and clear

The curious music that I hear.
XVIII

My Shadow
I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me,

And what can be the use of him is more than I can see.
He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head;

And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed.
The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow--

Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow;
For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball,

And he sometimes goes so little that there's none of him at all.
He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play,

And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way.
He stays so close behind me, he's a coward you can see;

I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
One morning, very early, before the sun was up,

I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup;
But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head,

Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed.
XIX

System
Every night my prayers I say,

And get my dinner every day;
And every day that I've been good,

I get an orange after food.
The child that is not clean and neat,

With lots of toys and things to eat,
He is a naughty child, I'm sure--

Or else his dear papa is poor.
XX

A Good Boy
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,

I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play.
And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood,

And I am very happy, for I know that I've been good.
My bed is waiting cool and fresh, with linen smooth and fair,

And I must be off to sleepsin-by, and not forget my prayer.
I know that, till to-morrow I shall see the sun arise,

No ugly dream shall fright my mind, no ugly sight my eyes.
But slumber hold me tightly till I waken in the dawn,

And hear the thrushes singing in the lilacs round the lawn.
XXI

Escape at Bedtime
The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out

Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,

There were thousands of millions of stars.
There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree,

Nor of people in church or the Park,
As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me,

And that glittered and winked in the dark.
The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all,

And the star of the sailor, and Mars,
These shown in the sky, and the pail by the wall

Would be half full of water and stars.
They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries,

And they soon had me packed into bed;
But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes,

And the stars going round in my head.


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