Block City – Robert Louis Stevenson

What 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 mountains, the carpet be sea, 
There I’ll establish a city for me:
A kirk and a mill and a palace beside,
And a harbor as well where my vessels may ride.

Great is the palace with pillar and wall,
A sort of a tower on top of it all,
And steps coming down in an orderly way
To where my toy vessels lie safe in the bay. 

This one is sailing and that one is moored:
Hark to the song of the sailors on board!
And see on the steps of my palace, the kings
Coming and going with presents and things! 

Poem – A Serenade

Ah! County Guy, the hour is nigh 

The sun has left the lea, 

The orange-flower perfumes the bower, 

The breeze is on the sea. 

The lark, his lay who trill’d all day, 

Sits hush’d his partner nigh; 

Breeze, bird, and flower confess the hour, 

But where is County Guy? 
The village maid steals through the shade 

Her shepherd’s suit to hear; 

To Beauty shy, by lattice high, 

Sings high-born Cavalier. 

The star of Love, all stars above, 

Now reigns o’er earth and sky, 

And high and low the influence know— 

But where is County Guy?