My Treasures
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My Treasures
These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest,
Where all my tin soldiers are lying at rest,
Were gathered in Autumn by nursie and me
In a wood with a well by the side of the sea.
This whistle we made (and how clearly it sounds!)
By the side of a field at the end of the grounds.
Of a branch of a plane, with a knife of my own,
It was nursie who made it, and nursie alone!
The stone, with the white and the yellow and grey,
We discovered I cannot tell HOW far away;
And I carried it back although weary and cold,
For though father denies it, I'm sure it is gold.
But of all my treasures the last is the king,
For there's very few children possess such a thing;
And that is a chisel, both handle and blade,
Which a man who was really a carpenter made.
Miscellany
Other poems by Robert Louis Stevenson (read randomly)
The bed was made, the room was fit,
By punctual eve the stars were lit;
The air was still, the water ran,
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, …
I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to …
And now at last the sun is g...
The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells
Noo to the hoastin' rookery swells,
Noo faintin' laigh in shady dells,
A mile an' a bittock, a mile or twa,
Abune the burn, ayont the law,
Davie an' Donal' an' Cherlie an' a',
I am a kind of farthing dip,
Unfriendly to the nose and eyes;
A blue-behinded ape, I skip
The gauger walked with willing foot,
And aye the gauger played the flute;
And what should Master Gauger play
It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and drink,
With little children saying grace
MOTLEY I count the only wear
That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise,
Who boldly smile upon despair
Far from the loud sea beaches
Where he goes fishing and crying
Here in the inland garden
ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand strangely still.
The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,
