Foreign Lands

BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Up into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands And looked abroad in 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……

At the Sea-Side

BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON When I was down beside the sea A wooden spade they gave to me To dig the sandy shore. My holes were empty like a cup. In every hole the sea came up Till it could come no more.

Requiem

BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON Under the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie: Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you ‘grave for me: Here he lies where he long’d to be; Home is the sailor, home from the……