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STEVENSON'S POEMS
I LOVE TO BE WARM BY THE RED FIRESIDE
I love to be warm by the red fireside,
I love to be wet with rain:
I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,
And leave the doors again.
AT LAST SHE COMES
At last she comes, O never more
In this dear patience of my pain
To leave me lonely as before,
Or leave my soul alone again.
MINE EYES WERE SWIFT TO KNOW THEE
Mine eyes were swift to know thee, and my heart
As swift to love. I did become at once
Thine wholly, thine unalterably, thine
In honourable service, pure intent,
Steadfast excess of love and laughing care:
And as she was, so am, and so shall be.
I knew thee helpful, knew thee true, knew thee
And Pity bedfellows: I heard thy talk
