To Marcus
YOU have been far, and I
Been farther yet,
Since last, in foul or fair
An impecunious pair,
Below this northern sky
Of ours, we met.
Now winter night shall see
Again us two,
While howls the tempest higher,
Sit warmly by the fire
And dream and plan, as we
Were wont to do.
And, hand in hand, at large
Our thoughts shall walk
While storm and gusty rain,
Again and yet again,
Shall drive their noisy charge
Across the talk.
The pleasant future still
Shall smile to me,
And hope with wooing hands
Wave on to fairy lands
All over dale and hill
And earth and sea.
And you who doubt the sky
And fear the sun -
You - Christian with the pack -
You shall not wander back
For I am Hopeful - I
Will cheer you on.
Come - where the great have trod,
The great shall lead -
Come, elbow through the press,
Pluck Fortune by the dress -
By God, we must - by God,
We shall succeed.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Vous avez aimé cette poésie ? faites la connaître !
D'autres poésies de Robert Louis Stevenson
A Good Boy
I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day,
I...
A Good Play
We built a ship upon the stairs
All made of the...
A Thought
It is very nice to think
The world is full of meat and...
A Valentine's Song
MOTLEY I count the only wear
That suits, in this mixed...
About The Sheltered Garden Ground
ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand...
Ad Magistrum Ludi
NOW in the sky
And on the hearth of
Now in a drawer...
Ad Martialem
GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be
To enjoy our...
Ad Nepotem
O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home
We're door by...
Ad Olum
CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word
...
Ad Piscatorem
FOR these are sacred fishes all
Who know that lord that is...
Précédentes poésies
Ziyi Song
Chang-an -- one slip of moon;
in ten thousand houses, the...
Waterfall at Lu-shan
Sunlight streams on the river stones.
From high above, the...
Visiting A Taoist On Tiatien Mountain
Amongst bubbling streams
a dog barks; peach blossom
Under the Moon
Under the crescent moon's faint glow
The washerman's bat...
To Wang Lun
I was about to sail away in a junk,
When suddenly I...
