Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

When the grass was closely mown,
Walking on the lawn alone,
In the turf a hole I found
And hid a soldier underground.
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OVER the land is April,
Over my heart a rose;
Over the high, brown mountain
The sound of singing goes.
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AS swallows turning backward
When half-way o'er the sea,
At one word's trumpet summons
They came again to me -
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FAREWELL, and when forth
I through the Golden Gates to Golden Isles
Steer without smiling, through the sea of smiles,
Isle upon isle, in the seas of the south,
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TO what shall I compare her,
That is as fair as she?
For she is fairer - fairer
Than the sea.
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O CHIEF director of the growing race,
Of Rome the glory and of Rome the grace,
Me, O Quintilian, may you not forgive
Before from labour I make haste to live?
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When I am grown to man's estate
I shall be very proud and great,
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Smooth it glides upon its travel,
Here a wimple, there a gleam--
O the clean gravel!
O the smooth stream!
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All the names I know from nurse:
Gardener's garters, Shepherd's purse,
Bachelor's buttons, Lady's smock,
And the Lady Hollyhock.
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All around the house is the jet-black night;
It stares through the window-pane;
It crawls in the corners, hiding from the light,
And it moves with the moving flame.
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