Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

181. Fixed Is The Doom 12/31/2002
182. Fear Not, Dear Friend, But Freely Live Your Days 12/31/2002
183. Farewell to the Farm 1/3/2003
184. Farewell 12/31/2002
185. Fairy Bread 1/3/2003
186. Fair Isle At Sea 12/31/2002
187. Escape at Bedtime 1/3/2003
188. Epitaphium Erotii 12/31/2002
189. Envoy For "A Child's Garden Of Verses" 12/31/2002
190. Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano 12/31/2002
191. Duddingstone 12/31/2002
192. Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods" 12/31/2002
193. Dedication 12/31/2002
194. Death, To The Dead For Evermore 12/31/2002
195. De M. Antonio 12/31/2002
196. De Ligurra 12/31/2002
197. De Hortis Julii Martialis 12/31/2002
198. De Erotio Puella 12/31/2002
199. De Coenatione Micae 12/31/2002
200. Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me 12/31/2002

My House, I Say

My house, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
That make my roof the arena of their loves,
That gyre about the gable all day long
And fill the chimneys with their murmurous song:
Our house, they say; and mine, the cat declares
And spreads his golden fleece upon the chairs;
And mine the dog, and rises stiff with wrath
If any alien foot profane the path.
So, too, the buck that trimmed my terraces,

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