Page:Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson, Hitherto unpublished, 1921.djvu/163

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Hear—and my hearing slowly fills—
Rivers and winds among the twisting hills,
And hearken—and my face is lit—
Life facing, Death pursuing it.

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