Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Before This Little Gift Was Come - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

BEFORE this little gift was come
The little owner had made haste for home;
And from the door of where the eternal dwell,
Looked back on human things and smiled farewell.
O may this grief remain the only one!
O may our house be still a garrison
Of smiling children, and for evermore
The tune of little feet be heard along the floor!

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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