Robert Louis Stevenson
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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