Ce poème de Robert Louis Stevenson, rédigé vers 1870, est un classique de la poésie enfantine anglaise. Il a initialement paru dans un recueil publié en 1887 sous le titre A Child Garden of Verses. La présente réimpression a été produite en prévision d’un séjour de recherche à Oxford en novembre 2019.

• 50 exemplaires
• Format oblong : 14,5 x 10 cm
• Caractère : Garamond corps 18
• Achevé d’imprimer le 6 novembre 2019

Le texte

The land of Story-Books

At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
And do not play at anything.

Now, with my little gun, I crawl
All in the dark along the wall,
And follow round the forest track
Away behind the sofa back.

There, in the night, where none can spy,
All in my hunter’s camp I lie,
And play at books that I have read
Till it is time to go to bed.

These are the hills, these are the woods,
These are my starry solitudes;
And there the river by whose brink
The roaring lions come to drink.

I see the others far away
As if in firelit camp they lay,
And I, like to an Indian scout,
Around their party prowled about.

So when my nurse comes in for me,
Home I return across the sea,
And go to bed with backward looks
At my dear land of Story-books.