The Little Land

When at home alone I sit

And am very tired of it,

I have just to shut my eyes

To go sailing far away

To the pleasant Land Of Play; (1)



Where the little people are;

Where the clover-tops are trees,

And the rain-pools are the seas.

And the leaves, like little ships,

Sail about on tiny trips. (2)



Should a leaflet come to hand

Drifting near to where I stand,

Straight I'll board that tiny boat

Round the rain-pool sea to float. (3)



When my eyes I once again

Open, and see all things plain:

High bare walls, great bare floor;

Great big people perched on chairs,

Each a hill that I could climb,

And talking nonsense all the time- (4)



O dear me, .

That I could be

A sailor on the rain-pool sea,

A climber in the clover tree, And just come back, a sleepy-head,

Late at night to go to bed. (5)

What is the poet doing in stanza 5?

hoping to go to bed early
describing his garden at home
trying to understand what the elders are saying
wishing that he could spend all day at Land of Play