Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

21. To Rosabelle 12/31/2002
22. To Ottilie 12/31/2002
23. To N. V. De G. S. 3/30/2010
24. To My Name-Child 1/3/2003
25. To My Mother 1/3/2003
26. To Mrs. Macmarland 12/31/2002
27. To Miss Cornish 12/31/2002
28. To Minnie 1/3/2003
29. To Mesdames Zassetsky And Garschine 12/31/2002
30. To Marcus 12/31/2002
31. To Madame Garschine 12/31/2002
32. To Friends At Home 12/31/2002
33. To Charles Baxter 12/31/2002
34. To Auntie 1/3/2003
35. To Any Reader 1/3/2003
36. To All That Love The Far And Blue 12/31/2002
37. To Alison Cunningham, From Her Boy 3/30/2010
38. Time to Rise 1/3/2003
39. Though Deep Indifference Should Drowse 12/31/2002
40. Thou Strainest Through The Mountain Fern 12/31/2002

In Lupum

BEYOND the gates thou gav'st a field to till;
I have a larger on my window-sill.
A farm, d'ye say? Is this a farm to you,
Where for all woods I spay one tuft of rue,
And that so rusty, and so small a thing,
One shrill cicada hides it with a wing;
Where one cucumber covers all the plain;
And where one serpent rings himself in vain
To enter wholly; and a single snail

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