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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  • zartavis (5/26/2019 4:45:00 PM)

    in winter i get up at nigtht and dress by yellow candlelight in summer, quite the other way, i have to go to bed by
    day. i have to go to bed and see the birds still hopping on the tree, or hear the grown - up people`s feet still going pastme in the street. and does it not seem heard to you, when all the sky is clear and blue, and i should like so much to play, to have to bed by day?(Report)Reply

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002



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