Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

A Child's Garden of Verses. 29. The Sun’s Travels

The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.

While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.

And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the West
Are getting up and being dressed.

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2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
3. Ad Piscatorem
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