Something Wonderful

Picture-Books in Winter

Robert Louis Stevenson

Summer fading, winter comes —
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Winter robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.

Winter now is turned to stone

Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
In the winter story-books.

All the pretty things put by,
Wait upon the children’s eye,
Sheep and shepherds, tree and crooks,
In the picture story-books.

We may see how all things are
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairies’ looks,
In the picture story-books.

How am I to sing your praise,
Happy chimney-corner days,
Sitting safe in nursery nooks,
Reading picture story-books?

 

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