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SIR SIDNEY COLVIN.
"To other lands and night my fancy turned—
To London first, and chiefly to your house,
The many-pillared and the well beloved.
There yearning fancy lighted; there again
In the upper room I lay, and heard far off
The unsleeping city murmur like a shell. . . .
Again I longed for the returning morn.
The awakening traffic, the bestirring birds
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Most of all
For your light foot I wearied and your knock
That was the glad réveillé of my day."
"To S. C." Stevenson's "Poems." (Chatto & Windus.)
To London first, and chiefly to your house,
The many-pillared and the well beloved.
There yearning fancy lighted; there again
In the upper room I lay, and heard far off
The unsleeping city murmur like a shell. . . .
Again I longed for the returning morn.
The awakening traffic, the bestirring birds
. . . . . . . . . . . . . . . Most of all
For your light foot I wearied and your knock
That was the glad réveillé of my day."
"To S. C." Stevenson's "Poems." (Chatto & Windus.)
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