Robert Louis Stevenson Home Poems Poets Robert Louis Stevenson Poems A Good Play by Robert Louis Stevenson We built a ship upon the stairs All made of the back-bedroom chairs, A Thought by Robert Louis Stevenson It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, At the Sea-Side by Robert Louis Stevenson When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me Farewell to the Farm by Robert Louis Stevenson The coach is at the door at last; The eager children, mounting fast My Shadow by Robert Louis Stevenson 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. The Hayloft by Robert Louis Stevenson Through all the pleasant meadow-side The grass grew shoulder-high, Marching Song by Robert Louis Stevenson Bring the comb and play upon it! Marching, here we come! The Unseen Playmate by Robert Louis Stevenson When children are playing alone on the green, In comes the playmate that never was seen. The Swing by Robert Louis Stevenson How do you like to go up in a swing, Up in the air so blue? Foreign Lands by Robert Louis Stevenson Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? The Gardener by Robert Louis Stevenson The gardener does not love to talk, He makes me keep the gravel walk; Bed in Summer by Robert Louis Stevenson In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. Keepsake Mill by Robert Louis Stevenson Over the borders, a sin without pardon, Breaking the branches and crawling below, My Bed is a Boat by Robert Louis Stevenson My bed is like a little boat; Nurse helps me in when I embark; Nest Eggs by Robert Louis Stevenson Birds all the sunny day Flutter and quarrel Picture Books in Winter by Robert Louis Stevenson Summer fading, winter comes— Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, Summer Sun by Robert Louis Stevenson Great is the sun, and wide he goes Through empty heaven without repose; The Cow by Robert Louis Stevenson The friendly cow all red and white I love with all my heart: The Sun Travels by Robert Louis Stevenson The sun is not a-bed, when I At night upon my pillow lie; The Wind by Robert Louis Stevenson I saw you toss the kites on high And blow the birds about the sky; Time to Rise by Robert Louis Stevenson A birdie with a yellow bill Hopped upon my window sill, Happy Thought by Robert Louis Stevenson The world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. The Moon by Robert Louis Stevenson The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
