Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
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Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing,
Three of us abroad in the basket on the lea.
Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring,
And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea.
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Children, you are very little,
And your bones are very brittle;
If you would grow great and stately,
You must try to walk sedately.
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The lamps now glitter down the street;
Faintly sound the falling feet;
And the blue even slowly falls
About the garden trees and walls.
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FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Cold-dyed shield in the sky, lover of versicles,
Here I wander in April
Cold, grey-headed; and still to my
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In the other gardens
And all up the vale,
From the autumn bonfires
See the smoke trail!
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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,
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Up into the cherry tree
Who should climb but little me?
I held the trunk with both my hands
And looked abroad in foreign lands.
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The friendly cow all red and white,
I love with all my heart:
She gives me cream with all her might,
To eat with apple-tart.
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ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand strangely still.
The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,
Nor yet so high the hill.
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