Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

About The Sheltered Garden Ground - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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.


Comments about About The Sheltered Garden Ground by Robert Louis Stevenson

  • Susan Williams Susan Williams (2/12/2016 3:00:00 PM)

    Stevenson could weave a spell in his writing be it prose or poetry- there is a sense that his childhood did not fulfill his needs so he revisits it often, realigning it in his tales (Report) Reply

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  • Ratnakar Mandlik (2/12/2016 6:20:00 AM)

    An awful sense of quietness
    A fullness of repose
    Breaths from the dewy garden lawns. (Report) Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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