Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses. 39. The Hayloft

Through all the pleasant meadow-side
    The grass grew shoulder-high, 
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
    And cut it down to dry.

Those green and sweetly smelling crops
    They led the waggons home; 
And they piled them here in mountain tops
    For mountaineers to roam.

Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty-Nail,
    Mount Eagle and Mount High;-- 
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
    No happier are than I!

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!

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
3. An English Breeze
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 39. Tropic Rain
5. Sonet VI. As in the Hostel by the Bridge I Sate

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