When I was sick and lay a-bed, <br />I had two pillows at my head, <br />And all my toys beside me lay, <br />To keep me happy all the day. <br /> <br />And sometimes for an hour or so <br />I watched my leaden soldiers go, <br />With different uniforms and drills, <br />Among the bed-clothes, through the hills; <br /> <br />And sometimes sent my ships in fleets <br />All up and down among the sheets; <br />Or brought my trees and houses out, <br />And planted cities all about. <br /> <br />I was the giant great and still <br />That sits upon the pillow-hill, <br />And sees before him, dale and plain, <br />The pleasant land of counterpane.<br /><br />Robert Louis Stevenson<br /><br />http://www.poemhunter.com/poem/the-land-of-counterpane/
