HERE lies Erotion, whom at six years old
Fate pilfered. Stranger (when I too am cold,
Who shall succeed me in my rural field),
To this small spirit annual honours yield!
Bright be thy hearth, hale be thy babes, I crave
And this, in thy green farm, the only grave.
(Robert Louis Stevenson)
More Poetry from Robert Louis Stevenson:
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- Armies in the Fire (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
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- Fixed Is The Doom (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)
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