英文詩(shī)歌300首 FOREIGN LANDS

FOREIGN LANDS

By Robert Louis Stevenson

UP into the cherry tree

Who should climb but little me?

I held the trunk with both my hands

And looked abroad on foreign lands.

I saw the next door garden lie,

Adorned with flowers, before my eye,

And many pleasant places more

That I had never seen before.

If I could find a higher tree

Farther and farther I should see,

To where the grown-up river slips

Into the sea among the ships.

To where the roads on either hand

Lead onward into fairy land,

Where all the children dine at five,

And all the playthings come alive.