The rain is raining all around, It falls on field and tree, It rains on the umbrellas here, And on the ships at sea. > Rain by Robert Louis Stevenson > Of speckled eggs the birdie sings And nests...
My Shadow
> by Robert Louis Stevenson 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...
Bed in Summer
> by Robert Louis Stevenson > by Marchette Chute In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candlelight. In summer, quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed...