Explore "Foreign Lands" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
Up into the cherry tree / Who should climb but little me? / I held the trunk with both my hands / And looked abroad on foreign lands.
I saw the next door garden lie, / Adorned with flowers, before my eye, / And many pleasant places more / That I had never seen before.
I saw the dimpling river pass / And be the sky's blue looking-glass; / The dusty roads go up and down / With people tramping into town.
If I could find a higher tree / Farther and farther I should see, / To where the grown-up river slips / Into the sea among the ships.
To where the roads on either hand / Lead onward into fairy land, / Where all the children dine at five, / And all the playthings come alive.