Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

UP with the sun, the breeze arose,
Across the talking corn she goes,
And smooth she rustles far and wide
Through all the voiceful countryside.
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I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
Of bird-song at morning and star-shine at night.
I will make a palace fit for you and me,
Of green days in forests and blue days at sea.
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WHEN the sun comes after rain
And the bird is in the blue,
The girls go down the lane
Two by two.
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Dark brown is the river,
Golden is the sand.
It flows along for ever,
With trees on either hand.
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From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
Afar into the land of Nod.
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The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out
Through the blinds and the windows and bars;
And high overhead and all moving about,
There were thousands of millions of stars.
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I should like to rise and go
Where the golden apples grow;--
Where below another sky
Parrot islands anchored lie,
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CALL me not rebel, though { here at every word
{in what I sing
If I no longer hail thee { King and Lord
{ Lord and King
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AS when the hunt by holt and field
Drives on with horn and strife,
Hunger of hopeless things pursues
Our spirits throughout life.
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