A Child's Garden of Verses

It’s hard to believe that the same person who wrote “Dr. Jekyll and Mr. Hyde” could write charming children’s poetry, but Robert Louis Stevenson did just that. His poems for children show a deep insight into childhood, from being sick in bed to swinging high on a swing. This reading set includes some of his most beloved poems.

My Shadow

I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into…

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…

The Land of Counterpane

A counterpane is a quilt or bedspread. ———————————————- 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…

The Moon

The moon has a face like the clock in the hall; She shines on thieves on the garden wall, On streets and fields and harbor quays, And birdies asleep in the forks of the trees. The squalling cat and the squeaking mouse, The howling dog by the door of the…

Bed in Summer

In winter I get up at night And 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 see The birds still hopping on the tree, Or hear the grown-up people’s feet Still going past…

Picture-books in Winter

Summer fading, winter comes- Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs, Window robins, winter rooks, And the picture story-books. Water now is turned to stone Nurse and I can walk upon; Still we find the flowing brooks In the picture story-books. All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children’s eye, Sheep…

The Swing

How do you like to go up in a swing,      Up in the air so blue? Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thing      Ever a child can do! Up in the air and over the wall,      Till I can see so wide, Rivers and trees and…