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)

Which of these is/are true about the Land of Play?

It is not real.
lt is a dangerous.
It can be visited only at night.
It makes little things seem big.
It has many interesting animals.