The Swing

Robert Louis Stevenson(1850–1894)

1885

HOW do you like to go up in a swing,Up in the air so blue?Oh, I do think it the pleasantest thingEver a child can do!

Up in the air and over the wall,Till I can see so wide,Rivers and trees and cattle and allOver the countryside—

Till I look down on the garden green,Down on the roof so brown—Up in the air I go flying again,Up in the air and down!

From A Child's Garden of Verses by Robert Louis Stevenson, via the English Wikisource transcription.

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