Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

I, Whom Apollo Somtime Visited

Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

I, WHOM Apollo sometime visited,
Or feigned to visit, now, my day being done,
Do slumber wholly; nor shall know at all
The weariness of changes; nor perceive
Immeasurable sands of centuries
Drink of the blanching ink, or the loud sound
Of generations beat the music down.

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Poem Submitted: Tuesday, December 31, 2002

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