Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside

Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

I LOVE to be warm by the red fireside,
I love to be wet with rain:
I love to be welcome at lamplit doors,
And leave the doors again.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

Poem Edited: Friday, April 17, 2015

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