Robert Louis Stevenson (1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,
A frosty, fiery sleepy-head;
Blinks but an hour or two; and then,
A blood-red orange, sets again.
Before the stars have left the skies,
At morning in the dark I rise;
And shivering in my nakedness,
By the cold candle, bathe and dress.
Close by the jolly fire I sit
To warm my frozen bones a bit;
Or with a reindeer-sled, explore
The colder countries round the door.
When to go out, my nurse doth wrap
Me in my comforter and cap;
The cold wind burns my face, and blows
Its frosty pepper up my nose.
Black are my steps on silver sod;
Thick blows my frosty breath abroad;
And tree and house, and hill and lake,
Are frosted like a wedding cake.
Robert Louis Stevenson's Other Poems
- A Good Boy
- A Good Play
- A Thought
- A Valentine's Song
- About The Sheltered Garden Ground
- Ad Magistrum Ludi
- Ad Martialem
- Ad Nepotem
- Ad Olum
- Ad Piscatorem
- Ad Quintilianum
- Ad Se Ipsum
- After Reading "Antony And Cleopatra"
- Air Of Diabelli's
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