ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
O to mount again where erst I haunted ; Where the old red hills are bird-enchanted, And the low green meadows
Bright with sward,
And when even dies, the million-tinted, And the night has come, and planets glinted, Lo, the valley hollow Lamp-bestarr J d !
O to dream, O to awake and wander There, and with delight to take and render, Through the trance of silence,
Lo^ for there, among the flowers and grasses, Only the mightier movement sounds and passes; Only winds and rivers, Life and death.
86 1 Wishes
GO, little book, and wish to all Flowers in the garden, meat in the hall, A bin of wine, a spice of wit, A house with lawns enclosing it, A living river by the door, A nightingale in the sycamore.
862 Requiem
UNDER the wide and starry sky Dig the grave and let me lie: Glad did I live and gladly die, And I laid me down with a will.
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