A Child’s Garden of Verses
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XXXIX. THE HAYLOFT
THROUGH all the pleasant meadow-side
The grass grew shoulder-high,
Till the shining scythes went far and wide
And cut it down to dry.
These green and sweetly-smelling crops
They led in wagons home:
And they piled them here in mountain-tops
For mountaineers to roam.
Here is Mount Clear, Mount Rusty Nail,
Mount Eagle and Mount High;-
The mice that in these mountains dwell,
No happier are than I!
O what a joy to clamber there,
O what a place for play,
With the sweet, the dim, the dusty air,
The happy hills of hay.
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Chicago: Robert Louis Stevenson, "XXXIX. The Hayloft," A Child’s Garden of Verses Original Sources, accessed December 4, 2024, http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=UVB8P7AYYTA8YNB.
MLA: Stevenson, Robert Louis. "XXXIX. The Hayloft." A Child’s Garden of Verses, Original Sources. 4 Dec. 2024. http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=UVB8P7AYYTA8YNB.
Harvard: Stevenson, RL, 'XXXIX. The Hayloft' in A Child’s Garden of Verses. Original Sources, retrieved 4 December 2024, from http://www.originalsources.com/Document.aspx?DocID=UVB8P7AYYTA8YNB.
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