Foreign Lands/Transcript

Up into the cherry tree, who should climb but little me? I held the trunk with both my hands, and looked abroad the foreign lands.

I saw the next door garden lie, adorned with flowers, before my eye, and many pleasant places more, that I have never seen before.

I saw the dimpling river pass, and be the sky's blue looking glass; the dusty roads go up and down, with people tramping into town.

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 onto fairyland, where all the children dine at five, and all the playthings come alive.