written by Robert Louis StevensonLast, to the chamber where I lie
My fearful footsteps patter nigh,
And come out from the cold and gloom
Into my warm and cheerful room.
There, safe arrived, we turn about
To keep the coming shadows out,
And close the happy door at last
On all the perils that we past.
Then, when mamma goes by to bed,
She shall come in with tip-toe tread,
And see me lying warm and fast
And in the land of Nod at last.
Robert Louis Stevenson
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Wed 04.25.2007 at 20:15
STRANGE are the ways of men,
And strange the ways of God!
We tread the mazy paths
That all our fathers trod.
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Tue 04.24.2007 at 23:39
At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Sat 04.21.2007 at 00:36
BY sunny market-place and street
Wherever I go my drum I beat,
And wherever I go in my coat of red
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Sat 04.14.2007 at 17:22
Over the borders, a sin without pardon,
Breaking the branches and crawling below,
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Wed 03.28.2007 at 18:40
AT last she comes, O never more
In this dear patience of my pain
To leave me lonely as before,
Or leave my soul alone again.
written by Robert Louis Stevenson, published on Sat 02.03.2007 at 21:26
O DULL cold northern sky,
O brawling sabbath bells,
O feebly twittering Autumn bird that tells
The year is like to die!
