FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years
Teacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child,
Each walks, though near, yet separate; each beholds
His dear ones shine beyond him like the stars.
We also, love, forever dwell apart;
With cries approach, with cries behold the gulph,
The Unvaulted; as two great eagles that do wheel in air
Above a mountain, and with screams confer,
Far heard athwart the cedars.
Yet the years
Shall bring us ever nearer; day by day
Endearing, week by week, till death at last
Dissolve that long divorce.By faith we love,
Not knowledge; and by faith, though far removed,
Dwell as in perfect nearness, heart to heart.
We but excuse
Those things we merely are; and to our souls
A brave deception cherish.
So from unhappy war a man returns
Unfearing, or the seaman from the deep;
So from cool night and woodlands to a feast
May someone enter, and still breathe of dews,
And in her eyes still wear the dusky night.
Robert Louis Stevenson
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Thu 07.08.2010 at 17:36
IN Schnee der Alpen - so it runs
To those divine accords - and here
We dwell in Alpine snows and suns,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Wed 06.23.2010 at 20:18
I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows
Settle around, and whose small chamber grows
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Mon 06.14.2010 at 20:46
THE air was full of sun and birds,
The fresh air sparkled clearly.
Remembrance wakened in my heart
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Fri 06.11.2010 at 02:18
NOW in the sky
And on the hearth of
Now in a drawer the direful cane,
That sceptre of the . . . reign,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Thu 06.10.2010 at 05:41
My bed is like a little boat;
Nurse helps me in when I embark;
She girds me in my sailor's coat
And starts me in the dark.