by Robert Louis Stevenson
The world is so full of a number of things,
I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings.
When I was a little girl, my mom would read to me from a copy of A Child's Garden of Verses. Many of the illustrations were tiny detailed pictures of plants, flowers, leaves, and seedpods.
I still have a head full of those poems, that come to me at odd moments.
The friendly cow all red and white
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
She wanders lowing here and there,
And yet she cannot stray,
All in the pleasant open air,
The pleasant light of day;
And blown by all the winds that pass
And wet with all the showers,
She walks among the meadow grass
And eats the meadow flowers.
Mmmm, apple tart.
Google Books has an 1895 edition with illustrations by Charles Robinson.