Picture-Books in Winter
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Summer fading, winter comes-
Frosty mornings, tingling thumbs,
Window robins, winter rooks,
And the picture story-books.
Water is now turned to stone
Nurse and I can walk upon;
Still we find the flowing brooks
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.
We may see how all things are,
Seas and cities, near and far,
And the flying fairie's 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.
This sweet poem is from a early 1900's copy of "A Child's Garden of Verses" by Robert Louis Stevenson. I found it buried in a box of children's books at a local thrift store, and it was mine for a mere 33 cents. The book is quite good condition, and all the pages are intact. I love looking at all the Art Nouveau illustrations, they are just so artful and beautiful. What a treasure this little book is.