ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand strangely still.
The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,
Nor yet so high the hill.
An awful sense of quietness,
A fulness of repose,
Breathes from the dewy garden-lawns,
The silent garden rows.
As the hoof-beats of a troop of horse
Heard far across a plain,
A nearer knowledge of great thoughts
Thrills vaguely through my brain.
I lean my head upon my arm,
My heart's too full to think;
Like the roar of seas, upon my heart
Doth the morning stillness sink.
Robert Louis Stevenson
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Tue 11.09.2010 at 19:17
NOW bare to the beholder's eye
Your late denuded bindings lie,
Subsiding slowly where they fell,
A disinvested citadel;
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Tue 11.09.2010 at 15:12
WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Wed 10.20.2010 at 14:58
I SEND to you, commissioners,
A paper that may please ye, sirs
(For troth they say it might be worse
An' I believe't)
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Sun 10.17.2010 at 22:18
NOW Antoninus, in a smiling age,
Counts of his life the fifteenth finished stage.
The rounded days and the safe years he sees,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Mon 10.04.2010 at 22:10
TO all that love the far and blue:
Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot
The fleeing corners ye pursue,