New Poems

New Poems - Robert Louis Stevenson - 1918 edition
New Poems
CONTENTS
PRAYER
LO! IN THINE HONEST EYES I READ
THOUGH
DEEP INDIFFERENCE SHOULD DROWSE
MY HEART,
WHEN FIRST THE BLACKBIRD SINGS
I DREAMED OF
FOREST ALLEYS FAIR
ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER

DEDICATION
THE OLD CHIMAERAS, OLD RECEIPTS

PRELUDE
THE VANQUISHED KNIGHT
TO THE
COMMISSIONERS OF NORTHERN LIGHTS
THE RELIC
TAKEN, WHAT AVAILS THE SHRINE?
ABOUT THE
SHELTERED GARDEN GROUND
AFTER READING
"ANTONY AND CLEOPATRA"
I KNOW NOT HOW, BUT AS
I COUNT
SPRING SONG
THE SUMMER SUN SHONE
ROUND ME
YOU LOOKED SO TEMPTING IN THE PEW

LOVE'S VICISSITUDES
DUDDINGSTONE
STOUT
MARCHES LEAD TO CERTAIN ENDS
AWAY WITH
FUNERAL MUSIC
TO SYDNEY
HAD I THE POWER THAT
HAVE THE WILL
O DULL COLD NORTHERN SKY

APOLOGETIC POSTSCRIPT OF A YEAR LATER
TO
MARCUS
TO OTTILIE
THIS GLOOMY NORTHERN DAY

THE WIND IS WITHOUT THERE AND HOWLS IN THE
TREES
A VALENTINE'S SONG
HAIL! CHILDISH SLAVES
OF SOCIAL RULES
SWALLOWS TRAVEL TO AND FRO

TO MESDAMES ZASSETSKY AND GARSCHINE
TO
MADAME GARSCHINE
MUSIC AT THE VILLA MARINA

FEAR NOT, DEAR FRIEND, BUT FREELY LIVE YOUR DAYS

LET LOVE GO, IF GO SHE WILL
I DO NOT FEAR TO
OWN ME KIN

I AM LIKE ONE THAT FOR LONG DAYS
HAD SATE
VOLUNTARY
ON NOW, ALTHOUGH THE
YEAR BE DONE
IN THE GREEN AND GALLANT SPRING


DEATH, TO THE DEAD FOR EVERMORE
TO CHARLES
BAXTER
I WHO ALL THE WINTER THROUGH
LOVE,
WHAT IS LOVE?
SOON OUR FRIENDS PERISH
AS ONE
WHO HAVING WANDERED ALL NIGHT LONG
STRANGE
ARE THE WAYS OF MEN
THE WIND BLEW SHRILL AND
SMART
MAN SAILS THE DEEP AWHILE
THE COCK'S
CLEAR VOICE INTO THE CLEARER AIR
NOW WHEN THE
NUMBER OF MY YEARS
WHAT MAN MAY LEARN, WHAT
MAN MAY DO
SMALL IS THE TRUST WHEN LOVE IS
GREEN
KNOW YOU THE RIVER NEAR TO GREZ
IT'S
FORTH ACROSS THE ROARING FOAM
AN ENGLISH
BREEZE
AS IN THEIR FLIGHT THE BIRDS OF SONG

THE PIPER
TO MRS. MACMARLAND
TO MISS CORNISH

TALES OF ARABIA
BEHOLD, AS GOBLINS DARK OF
MIEN
STILL I LOVE TO RHYME
LONG TIME I LAY IN
LITTLE EASE
FLOWER GOD, GOD OF THE SPRING

COME, MY BELOVED, HEAR FROM ME
SINCE YEARS
AGO FOR EVERMORE
ENVOY FOR "A CHILD'S GARDEN
OF VERSES"
FOR RICHMOND'S GARDEN WALL
HAIL,
GUEST, AND ENTER FREELY!
LO, NOW, MY GUEST
SO
LIVE, SO LOVE, SO USE THAT FRAGILE HOUR
AD SE
IPSUM
BEFORE THIS LITTLE GIFT WAS COME
GO,
LITTLE BOOK - THE ANCIENT PHRASE
MY LOVE WAS
WARM
DEDICATORY POEM FOR "UNDERWOODS"

FAREWELL
THE FAR-FARERS
COME, MY LITTLE
CHILDREN, HERE ARE SONGS FOR YOU

HOME FROM
THE DAISIED MEADOWS
EARLY IN THE MORNING I
HEAR ON YOUR PIANO
FAIR ISLE AT SEA
LOUD AND
LOW IN THE CHIMNEY
I LOVE TO BE WARM BY THE
RED FIRESIDE
AT LAST SHE COMES
MINE EYES WERE
SWIFT TO KNOW THEE
FIXED IS THE DOOM
MEN ARE
HEAVEN'S PIERS
THE ANGLER ROSE, HE TOOK HIS ROD

SPRING CAROL
TO WHAT SHALL I COMPARE HER


WHEN THE SUN COMES AFTER RAIN
LATE, O MILLER

TO FRIENDS AT HOME
I, WHOM APOLLO SOMETIME
VISITED
TEMPEST TOSSED AND SORE AFFLICTED

VARIANT FORM OF THE PRECEDING POEM
I NOW, O
FRIEND, WHOM NOISELESSLY THE SNOWS
SINCE THOU
HAST GIVEN ME THIS GOOD HOPE, O GOD
GOD GAVE
TO ME A CHILD IN PART
OVER THE LAND IS APRIL

LIGHT AS THE LINNET ON MY WAY I START
COMIC,
HERE IS ADIEU TO THE CITY
IT BLOWS A SNOWING
GALE
NE SIT ANCILLAE TIBI AMOR PUDOR
TO ALL
THAT LOVE THE FAR AND BLUE
THOU STRAINEST
THROUGH THE MOUNTAIN FERN
TO ROSABELLE
NOW
BARE TO THE BEHOLDER'S EYE
THE BOUR-TREE DEN

SONNETS
FRAGMENTS
AIR OF DIABELLI'S

EPITAPHIUM EROTII
DE M. ANTONIO
AD MAGISTRUM
LUDI
AD NEPOTEM
IN CHARIDEMUM
DE LIGURRA

IN LUPUM
AD QUINTILIANUM
DE HORTIS JULII
MARTIALIS
AD MARTIALEM
IN MAXIMUM
AD OLUM

DE COENATIONE MICAE
DE EROTIO PUELLA
AD
PISCATOREM
New Poems
PRAYER
I ASK good things that I detest,
With speeches fair;
Heed not, I
pray Thee, Lord, my breast,
But hear my prayer.
I say ill things I would not say -
Things unaware:

Regard my breast,
Lord, in Thy day,
And not my prayer.
My heart is evil in Thy sight:
My good thoughts flee:
O Lord, I
cannot wish aright -
Wish Thou for me.

O bend my words and acts to Thee,
However ill,
That I, whate'er I
say or be,
May serve Thee still.
O let my thoughts abide in Thee
Lest I should fall:
Show me
Thyself in all I see,
Thou Lord of all.
LO! IN THINE HONEST EYES I READ
LO! in thine honest eyes I read
The auspicious beacon that shall lead,

After long sailing in deep seas,
To quiet havens in June ease.
Thy voice sings like an inland bird
First by the seaworn sailor heard;

And like road sheltered from life's sea
Thine honest heart is unto
me.
THOUGH DEEP INDIFFERENCE SHOULD DROWSE
THOUGH deep indifference should drowse
The sluggish life beneath
my brows,
And all the external things I see
Grow snow-showers in
the street to me,
Yet inmost in my stormy sense
Thy looks shall be
an influence.
Though other loves may come and go
And long years sever us below,

Shall the thin ice that grows above
Freeze the deep centre-well of
love?
No, still below light amours, thou
Shalt rule me as thou rul'st
me now.
Year following year shall only set
Fresh gems upon thy coronet;

And Time, grown lover, shall delight
To beautify thee in my sight;

And thou shalt ever rule in me
Crowned with the light of memory.
MY HEART, WHEN FIRST THE BLACK-BIRD SINGS
MY heart, when first the blackbird sings,
My heart drinks in the song:

Cool pleasure fills my