New Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson
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I WHO ALL THE WINTER THROUGH
LOVE, WHAT IS LOVE? SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH AS ONE WHO HAVING WANDERED ALL NIGHT LONG STRANGE ARE THE WAYS OF MEN THE WIND BLEW SHRILL AND SMART MAN SAILS THE DEEP AWHILE THE COCK'S CLEAR VOICE INTO THE CLEARER AIR NOW WHEN THE NUMBER OF MY YEARS WHAT MAN MAY LEARN, WHAT MAN MAY DO SMALL IS THE TRUST WHEN LOVE IS GREEN KNOW YOU THE RIVER NEAR TO GREZ IT'S FORTH ACROSS THE ROARING FOAM AN ENGLISH BREEZE AS IN THEIR FLIGHT THE BIRDS OF SONG THE PIPER TO MRS. MACMARLAND TO MISS CORNISH TALES OF ARABIA BEHOLD, AS GOBLINS DARK OF MIEN STILL I LOVE TO RHYME LONG TIME I LAY IN LITTLE EASE FLOWER GOD, GOD OF THE SPRING COME, MY BELOVED, HEAR FROM ME SINCE YEARS AGO FOR EVERMORE ENVOY FOR "A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES" FOR RICHMOND'S GARDEN WALL HAIL, GUEST, AND ENTER FREELY! LO, NOW, MY GUEST SO LIVE, SO LOVE, SO USE THAT FRAGILE HOUR |
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