Winter-Timeby Robert Louis StevensonLate lies the wintry sun a-bed,A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;Blinks but an hour or two; and then,A blood-red orange, sets again.Before the stars have left the skies,At morning in the da...

Escape at Bedtimeby Robert Louis StevensonThe lights from the parlour and kitchen shone outThrough the blinds and the windows and bars;And high overhead and all moving about,There were thousands of millions of stars.There ne’er...

The Windby Robert Louis StevensonI saw you toss the kites on highAnd blow the birds about the sky;And all around I heard you pass,Like ladies’ skirts across the grass— O wind, a-blowing all day long, O wind, that sings so l...

Where Go the Boats?by Robert Louis StevensonDark brown is the river,Golden is the sand.It flows along for ever,With trees on either hand.Green leaves a-floating,Castles of the foam,Boats of mine a-boating—Where...

Bed in Summerby Robert Louis StevensonIn winter I get up at nightAnd dress by yellow candle-light.In summer quite the other way,I have to go to bed by day.I have to go to bed and seeThe birds still hopping on the tree,...

Block Cityby Robert Louis StevensonWhat are you able to build with your blocks?Castles and palaces, temples and docks.Rain may keep raining, and others go roam,But I can be happy and building at home.Let the sofa be...