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All the pretty things put by, Wait upon the children's eye, Sheep and shepherds, trees and crooks, In the picture story books. ALL THE PRETTY THINGS PUT BY WAIT UPON THE CHILDREN'S EYE SHEEP AND SHEPHERDS TREES AND CROOKS IN THE PICTURE STORY BOOKS
 the little pool a sea; The little hills were big to me; For I am very small. I made a boat, I made a town, I searched the caverns up and down, And named them one and all. And all about was mine, I said, The little sparrows overhead, The little minnows too. This was the world and I was king; For me the bees came by to sing, For me the swallows flew. I played there were no deeper seas, Nor any wider plains than these, Nor other kings than me. At last I heard my mother call Out from the house at evenfall, To call me home to tea. And I must rise and leave my dell, And leave my dimpled water well, And leave my heather blooms. Alas! and as my home I neared, How very big my nurse appeared. How great and cool the rooms! [Illustration] 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.  PICTURE BOOK IN WINTER BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON READ FOR LIEBERVOX DOT ORG BY SWEET HOME SUMMER FADING WINTER COMES FROSTY MORNINGS TINGLING THUMBS WINDOW ROBINS WINTER ROOKS AND THE PICTURE STORYBOOKS WATER NOW IS TURNED TO STONE NURSE AND I CAN WALK UPON STILL WE FIND THE FLOWING BROOKS IN THE PICTURE STORY BOOKS
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