THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE 
  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.
ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON