Robert Louis Stevenson Poems on Mind (16 Poems)

A Good Boy (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day, I never said an ugly word, but smiled and stuck to play. And now at last the sun is going down behind the wood, And I am very happy, … Continue reading →

About The Sheltered Garden Ground (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

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 … Continue reading →

Ad Martialem (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

GO(D) knows, my Martial, if we two could be To enjoy our days set wholly free; To the true life together bend our mind, And take a furlough from the falser kind. No rich saloon, nor palace of the great, … Continue reading →

Air Of Diabelli’s (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

CALL it to mind, O my love. Dear were your eyes as the day, Bright as the day and the sky; Like the stream of gold and the sky above, Dear were your eyes in the grey. We have lived, … Continue reading →

Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

EARLY in the morning I hear on your piano You (at least, I guess it’s you) proceed to learn to play. Mostly little minds should take and tackle their piano While the birds are singing in the morning of the … Continue reading →

Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

FEAR not, dear friend, but freely live your days Though lesser lives should suffer. Such am I, A lesser life, that what is his of sky Gladly would give for you, and what of praise. Step, without trouble, down the … Continue reading →

I Dreamed Of Forest Alleys fair (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

I. I DREAMED of forest alleys fair And fields of gray-flowered grass, Where by the yellow summer moon My Jenny seemed to pass. I dreamed the yellow summer moon, Behind a cedar wood, Lay white on fields of rippling grass … Continue reading →

I Now, O Friend, Whom Noiselessly The Snows (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

I NOW, O friend, whom noiselessly the snows Settle around, and whose small chamber grows Dusk as the sloping window takes its load: * * * * * The kindly hill, as to complete our hap, Has ta’en us in … Continue reading →

Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

SMALL is the trust when love is green In sap of early years; A little thing steps in between And kisses turn to tears. Awhile – and see how love be grown In loveliness and power! Awhile, it loves the … Continue reading →

Sonet VI (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

As in the hostel by the bridge I sate, Nailed with indifference fondly deemed complete, And (O strange chance, more sorrowful than sweet) The counterfeit of her that was my fate, Dressed in like vesture, graceful and sedate, Went quietly … Continue reading →