ILLUSTRATIONS
Reading edition · Edition 4
FROM DRAWINGS IN COLOR BY JESSIE WILLCOX SMITH
FACING PAGE
Bed in Summer4
In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light.
Foreign Lands10
I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad on foreign lands.
The Land of Counterpane18
I was the giant great and still That sits upon the pillow-hill,
My Shadow20
He stays so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me!
Foreign Children34
Little Indian, Sioux or Crow, Little frosty Eskimo, Little Turk or Japanee, Oh! don't you wish that you were me?
Looking-glass River42
We can see our coloured faces Floating on the shaken pool
The Hayloft48
Oh, what a joy to clamber there, Oh, what a place for play, With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air, The happy hills of hay!
North-west Passage50
And face with an undaunted tread The long black passage up to bed.
Picture-books in Winter64
Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books.
The Little Land74
I have just to shut my eyes To go sailing through the skies— To go sailing far away To the pleasant Land of Play;
The Flowers84
All the names I know from nurse: Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse, Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock, And the Lady Hollyhock.
To Auntie100
What did the other children do? And what were childhood, wanting you?
A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES
