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Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me

COME, my beloved, hear from me

Tales of the woods or open sea.

Let our aspiring fancy rise

A wren's flight higher toward the skies;

Or far from cities, brown and bare,

Play at the least in open air.

In all the tales men hear us tell

Still let the unfathomed ocean swell,

Robert Louis Stevenson

Away With Funeral Music

AWAY with funeral music - set

The pipe to powerful lips -

The cup of life's for him that drinks

And not for him that sips.

Robert Louis Stevenson

A Valentine's Song

MOTLEY I count the only wear

That suits, in this mixed world, the truly wise,

Who boldly smile upon despair

And shake their bells in Grandam Grundy's eyes.

Singers should sing with such a goodly cheer

That the bare listening should make strong like wine,

At this unruly time of year,

The Feast of Valentine.

Robert Louis Stevenson

As One Who Having Wandered All Night Long

AS one who having wandered all night long

In a perplexed forest, comes at length

In the first hours, about the matin song,

And when the sun uprises in his strength,

To the fringed margin of the wood, and sees,

Gazing afar before him, many a mile

Of falling country, many fields and trees,

And cities and bright streams and far-off Ocean's smile:

Robert Louis Stevenson

Come, My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You

COME, my little children, here are songs for you;

Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new.

You must learn to sing them very small and clear,

Very true to time and tune and pleasing to the ear.

Mark the note that rises, mark the notes that fall,

Mark the time when broken, and the swing of it all.

So when night is come, and you have gone to bed,

All the songs you love to sing shall echo in your head.

Robert Louis Stevenson

Ad Piscatorem

FOR these are sacred fishes all

Who know that lord that is the lord of all;

Come to the brim and nose the friendly hand

That sways and can beshadow all the land.

Nor only so, but have their names, and come

When they are summoned by the Lord of Rome.

Here once his line an impious Lybian threw;

And as with tremulous reed his prey he drew,

Robert Louis Stevenson

Apologetic Postscript Of A Year Later

IF you see this song, my dear,

And last year's toast,

I'm confoundedly in fear

You'll be serious and severe

About the boast.

Blame not that I sought such aid

To cure regret.

I was then so lowly laid

Robert Louis Stevenson

The Land Of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,

I had two pillows at my head,

And all my toys beside me lay,

To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so

I watched my leaden soldiers go,

With different uniforms and drills,

Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

Robert Louis Stevenson

At Last She Comes

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.

Robert Louis Stevenson

As In Their Flight The Birds Of Song

AS in their flight the birds of song

Halt here and there in sweet and sunny dales,

But halt not overlong;

The time one rural song to sing

They pause; then following bounteous gales

Steer forward on the wing:

Sun-servers they, from first to last,

Upon the sun they wait

Robert Louis Stevenson

Sonnet III

I have a hoard of treasure in my breast;

The grange of memory steams against the door,

Full of my bygone lifetime's garnered store -

Old pleasures crowned with sorrow for a zest,

Old sorrow grown a joy, old penance blest,

Chastened remembrance of the sins of yore

That, like a new evangel, more and more

Supports our halting will toward the best.

Robert Louis Stevenson

A Good Play

We built a ship upon the stairs

All made of the back-bedroom chairs,

And filled it full of soft pillows

To go a-sailing on the billows.

We took a saw and several nails,

And water in the nursery pails;

And Tom said, "Let us also take

An apple and a slice of cake;"—

Robert Louis Stevenson