We have been asked many times where the text extract within Eddison`s Indoor Garden originates so we thought it would be nice to share the full text.
It`s a beautiful little poem called The Little Land written by Robert Louis Stevenson, which we came across by chance shortly after Eddison`s diagnosis and which immediately struck a chord with us. The essence of this poem really reflects the sentiment of Eddison`s Indoor Garden and our aspirations for it, his very own “pleasant Land of Play”. I hope you enjoy it as much as we do.
The Little Land
written by Robert Louis Stevenson
When at home alone I sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
To go sailing through the skies-
To go sailing far away
To the pleasant Land of Play;
To the fairy land afar
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;
And above the daisy tree
Through the grasses,
High o`erhead the Bumble Bee
Hums and passes.