When my eyes I once again open and see all things plain: High bare walls, great bare floor;Great big knobs on drawer and door;Great big people perched on chairs,Stitching tucks and mending tears, Each a hill that I could climb, And talking nonsense all the time O dear me, That I could be A sailor on the rain-pool sea,A cilmber in the clover tree,And just come bank a sleepy-head,Late at night to go to bed.