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.

Come up here, O dusty feet! / Here is fairy bread to eat

Here in my retiring room, / Children, you may dine

On the golden smell of broom / And the shade of pine

And when you have eaten well, / Fairy stories hear and tell.