Foreign Lands, by Robert Louis Stevenson


Here is a poem from Robert Louis Stevenson‘s Child’s Garden of Verses.

Foreign Lands

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 in to 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.


This illustration by Jessie Wilcox Smith is from the 1905 edition.

And here is audio of the poem read for Librivox by Chris Chapman.

More poetry

~ by lolarusa on January 16, 2009.

4 Responses to “Foreign Lands, by Robert Louis Stevenson”

  1. THE LAMPS now glitter down the street;
    Faintly sound the falling feet;
    And the blue even slowly falls
    About the garden trees and walls….

    Best regards, Dan,

  2. Ah! my Beloved, fill the Cup that clears
    To-day of past Regrets and future Fears
    To-morrow?–Why, To-morrow I may be
    Myself with Yesterday’s Sev’n Thousand Years.

    best wishes

  3. I placed you on “my favourite sites”, do you mind? I would ask, but I thought that I can delete if there is any anger.
    Best regards, Dan.

  4. …an old treasure unearthed and set out for others to find…thank you.

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