Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

I should like to rise and go
Where the golden apples grow;--
Where below another sky
Parrot islands anchored lie,
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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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WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.
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Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
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AS Love and Hope together
Walk by me for a while,
Link-armed the ways they travel
For many a pleasant mile -
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UP with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
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I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me,
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
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CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word
{in what I sing
If I no longer hail thee { King and Lord
{ Lord and King
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SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,
That while my footsteps tread the flowery sod
And the great woods embower me, and white dawn
And purple even sweetly lead me on
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