Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Late, O Miller - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

LATE, O miller,
The birds are silent,
The darkness falls.
In the house the lights are lighted.
See, in the valley they twinkle,
The lights of home.
Late, O lovers,
The night is at hand;
Silence and darkness
Clothe the land.


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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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