Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

The Vagabond - Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

Give to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river -
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.

Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the frosty field -
Warm the fireside haven -
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!

Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.


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  • (6/28/2017 6:01:00 AM)


    I love this poem. I first read it in primary school and now, more than half a century later, it is still one of my favourite poems.
    Nothing fancy or fanciful here but there is great power and feeling in the lines. I don't think he ever wrote a poem or novel I did not enjoy
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Poem Submitted: Friday, January 3, 2003



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