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

by Robert Louis Stevenson