The Buckle by Walter de la Mare

I had a silver buckle,

I sewed it on my shoe,

And 'neath a sprig of mistletoe

I danced the evening through!

I had a bunch of cowslips,

I hid 'em in a grot,

In case the elves should come by night

And me remember not.

I had a yellow riband,

I tied it in my hair,

That, walking in the garden,

The birds might see it there.

I had a secret laughter,

I laughed it near the wall:

Only the ivy and the wind

May tell of it at all.

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O Dear Me! by Walter de la Mare

Here are crocuses, white, gold, grey!

'O dear me!' says Marjorie May;

Flat as a platter the blackberry blows:

'O dear me!' says Madeleine Rose;

The leaves are fallen, the swallows flown:

'O dear me!' says Humphrey John;

Snow lies thick where all night it fell:

'O dear me!' says Emmanuel.

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Bluebells by Walter de la Mare

Where the bluebells and the wind are,

Fairies in a ring I spied,

And I heard a little linnet

Singing near beside.

Where the primrose and the dew are,

Soon were sped the fairies all:

Only now the green turf freshens,

And the linnets call.

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The Land of Counterpane by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.

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