Robert Louis Stevenson

(1850-1894 / Edinburgh / Scotland)

Robert Louis Stevenson Poems

81. To The Commissioners Of Northern Lights 12/31/2002
82. To Auntie 1/3/2003
83. Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend 3/30/2010
84. Marching Song 1/3/2003
85. Stout Marches Lead To Certain Ends 12/31/2002
86. De Hortis Julii Martialis 12/31/2002
87. Prelude 12/31/2002
88. I Will Make You Brooches 3/30/2010
89. Tales Of Arabia 12/31/2002
90. In Port 1/3/2003
91. Now Bare To The Beholder's Eye 12/31/2002
92. Men Are Heaven's Piers 12/31/2002
93. Sonnet Iii 12/31/2002
94. Early In The Morning I Hear On Your Piano 12/31/2002
95. Man Sails The Deep Awhile 12/31/2002
96. To My Name-Child 1/3/2003
97. Nest Eggs 1/3/2003
98. Sonnet I 12/31/2002
99. My Heart, When First The Black-Bird Sings 12/31/2002
100. I Know Not How, But As I Count 12/31/2002
101. This Gloomy Northern Day 12/31/2002
102. Music At The Villa Marina 12/31/2002
103. De Ligurra 12/31/2002
104. Before This Little Gift Was Come 12/31/2002
105. De Coenatione Micae 12/31/2002
106. I Love To Be Warm By The Red Fireside 12/31/2002
107. The Far-Farers 12/31/2002
108. Still I Love To Rhyme 12/31/2002
109. The Hayloft 1/3/2003
110. De Erotio Puella 12/31/2002
111. Duddingstone 12/31/2002
112. Dedicatory Poem For "Underwoods" 12/31/2002
113. Long Time I Lay In Little Ease 12/31/2002
114. To Willie And Henrietta 1/3/2003
115. Though Deep Indifference Should Drowse 12/31/2002
116. The Wind Blew Shrill And Smart 12/31/2002
117. God Gave To Me A Child In Part 12/31/2002
118. Historical Associations 1/3/2003
119. The Sun Travels 1/3/2003
120. To All That Love The Far And Blue 12/31/2002
Best Poem of Robert Louis Stevenson

Love, What Is Love

LOVE - what is love? A great and aching heart;
Wrung hands; and silence; and a long despair.
Life - what is life? Upon a moorland bare
To see love coming and see love depart.

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The Land Of Counterpane

When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
To keep me happy all the day.

And sometimes for an hour or so
I watched my leaden soldiers go,
With different uniforms and drills,
Among the bed-clothes, through the hills;

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