Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)
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My Love Was Warm
MY love was warm; for that I crossed
The mountains and the sea,
Nor counted that endeavour lost
That gave my love to me.
If that indeed were love at all,
As still, my love, I trow,
By what dear name am I to call
The bond that holds me now
Robert Louis Stevenson
Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002
Read poems about / on: lost, sea, love
Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson : 115 / 227
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