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Title: Robert Louis Stevenson, an Elegy; And Other Poems

Author: Richard Le Gallienne

Release Date: February 2, 2004 [EBook #10910]

Language: English

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ROBERT

LOUIS

STEVENSON

AN ELEGY

AND OTHER POEMS MAINLY PERSONAL

BY
RICHARD LE GALLIENNE

MDCCCXCV

TO
MY DEAR MOTHER AND FATHER
THESE POEMS ARE LOVINGLY
DEDICATED

CONTENTS

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON: AN ELEGY
AN ODE TO SPRING
TREE-WORSHIP
A BALLAD OF LONDON
PARIS DAY BY DAY: A FAMILIAR EPISTLE
ALFRED TENNYSON
PROFESSOR MINTO
ON MR. GLADSTONE'S RETIREMENT
OMAR KHAYYAM
THE SECOND CRUCIFIXION
AN IMPRESSION
NATURAL RELIGION
FAITH REBORN
HESPERIDES
JENNY DEAD
MY BOOKS
MAMMON
ART
TO A POET
A NEW YEAR LETTER
SNATCH
MY MAIDEN VOTE
THE ANIMALCULE ON MAN
COME, MY CELIA
TIME'S MONOTONE

COR CORDIUM

O GOLDEN DAY! O SILVER NIGHT!
LOVE'S EXCHANGE
TO A SIMPLE HOUSEWIFE
LOVE'S WISDOM
HOME
LOVE'S LANDMARKS
IF, AFTER ALL...!
SPIRIT OF SADNESS
AN INSCRIPTION
SONG

ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

AN ELEGY

High on his Patmos of the Southern Seas
Our northern dreamer sleeps,
Strange stars above him, and above his grave
Strange leaves and wings their tropic splendours wave,
While, far beneath, mile after shimmering mile,
The great Pacific, with its faery deeps,
Smiles all day long its silken secret smile.

Son of a race nomadic, finding still
Its home in regions furthest from its home,
Ranging untired the borders of the world,
And resting but to roam;
Loved of his land, and making all his boast
The birthright of the blood from which he came,
Heir to those lights that guard the Scottish coast,
And caring only for a filial fame;
Proud, if a poet, he was Scotsman most,
And bore a Scottish name.

Death, that long sought our poet, finds at last,
Death, that pursued him over land and sea:
Not his the flight of fear, the heart aghast
With stony dread of immortalit