Robert Louis Stevenson Poems on Night (33 Poems)

Ad Nepotem (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

O NEPOS, twice my neigh(b)our (since at home We’re door by door, by Flora’s temple dome; And in the country, still conjoined by fate, Behold our villas standing gate by gate), Thou hast a daughter, dearer far than life – … Continue reading →

Ad Quintilianum (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

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? Some burn to gather wealth, lay hands on rule, … 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 →

Bed in Summer (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

In winter I get up at night And dress by yellow candle-light. In summer quite the other way, I have to go to bed by day. I have to go to bed and see The birds still hopping on the … Continue reading →

Come From The Daisied Meadows (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

HOME from the daisied meadows, where you linger yet – Home, golden-headed playmate, ere the sun is set; For the dews are falling fast And the night has come at last. Home with you, home and lay your little head … Continue reading →

Dedicatory Poem For “Underwoods” (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

TO her, for I must still regard her As feminine in her degree, Who has been my unkind bombarder Year after year, in grief and glee, Year after year, with oaken tree; And yet betweenwhiles my laudator In terms astonishing … Continue reading →

Fixed Is The Doom (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

FIXED is the doom; and to the last of years Teacher and taught, friend, lover, parent, child, Each walks, though near, yet separate; each beholds His dear ones shine beyond him like the stars. We also, love, forever dwell apart; … Continue reading →

Home, My Little Children, Hear Are Songs For You (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

COME, my little children, here are songs for you; Some are short and some are long, and all, all are new. You must learn to sing them very small and clear, Very true to time and tune and pleasing to … 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 →

If This Were Faith (Robert Louis Stevenson Poems)

God, if this were enough, That I see things bare to the buff And up to the buttocks in mire; That I ask nor hope nor hire, Nut in the husk, Nor dawn beyond the dusk, Nor life beyond death: … Continue reading →