A place by violence beneath the sun. I stood a plunderer at death's very gate, Save as a conqueror. The treasuries Of love I ransacked; pity, pride and hate. All that can make hearts beat or brim men's eyes With living tears I took as robes to wear. - But see, now time has struck me on the hip. I cannot hate nor love. My senses are Struck silent with the silence of my lip. No courage kindles in my heart to dare, No strength to do. The world's last phantoms slip Out of my grasp, and naught is left but pain. Love, life, vain strength!-Oh who would live again? XCI. LAUGHTER AND DEATH THERE is no laughter in the natural world Of beast or fish or bird, though no sad doubt Of their futurity to them unfurled The lion roars his solemn thunder out her cry. Even the lark must strain a serious throat Nature has symbols for her nobler joys, Her nobler sorrows. Who had dared foretell That only man, by some sad mockery, Should learn to laugh who learns that he must die? XCV. HE IS NOT A POET I WOULD not, if I could, be called a poet. On the world's field to fight or fall or run. And thou too, Sorrow, tender-hearted Sor row. Thou grey-eyed mourner, fly not yet away. For I fain would borrow Thy sad weeds to-morrow To make a mourning for love's yesterday. The voice of Pity, Time's divine dear Pity, Moved me to tears.. I dared not say them nay, But went forth from the city Of fair love lost for ever and a day. THE STRICKEN HART THE stricken hart had fled the brake, The golden trout leaped up to view, He looked upon the glorious sun, The Eternal Father calmly shook Yet woe for life thus idly riven. sum Of the world's courage in its martyrdom; LI WHEN I hear music from a tavern door, When I see crowds agape and in the rain Watching on tiptoe and with stifled roar To see a rocket fired or a bull slain, When misers handle gold, when orators Touch strong men's hearts with glory till they weep, When cities deck their streets for barren wars Which have laid waste their youth, and when I keep Calmly the count of my own life and see On what poor stuff my manhood's dreams were fed Till I too learned what dole of vanity Will serve a human soul for daily bread, Then I remember that I once was young And lived with Esther the world's gods among. ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON (1850-1894) FROM A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES [1885.] TO ALISON CUNNINGHAM FROM HER BOY FOR the long nights you lay awake And grant it, Heaven, that all who read As made my childish days rejoice! BED IN SUMMER R. L. S. IN winter I get up at night I have to go to bed and see And does it not seem hard to you, A THOUGHT It is very nice to think The world is full of meat and drink, YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT Armies and emperors and kings, So fine a show was never seen At first they move a little slow, WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN A CHILD should always say what's true And speak when he is spoken to, And behave mannerly at table; At least as far as he is able. RAIN THE rain is raining all around, It rains on the umbrellas here, PIRATE STORY THREE of us afloat in the meadow by the swing, Three of us aboard in the basket on the lea. Winds are in the air, they are blowing in the spring, And waves are on the meadow like the waves there are at sea. Where shall we adventure, to-day that we're afloat, Wary of the weather and steering by a star? Shall it be to Africa, a-steering of the boat. To Providence, or Babylon, or off to Malabar? Hi! but here's a squadron a-rowing on the sea Cattle on the meadow a-charging with a roar! Quick, and we'll escape them, they're as mad as they can be, The wicket is the harbour and the garden is the shore. FOREIGN LANDS UP into the cherry tree Who should climb but little me? I saw the next door garden lie, I saw the dimpling river pass If I could find a higher tree To where the roads on either hand TRAVEL I SHOULD like to rise and go And, watched by cockatoos and goats, And the rich goods from near and far Where the Great Wall round China goes, All its children, sweep and prince, And when kindly falls the night, SINGING OF speckled eggs the birdie sings The children sing in far Japan, LOOKING FORWARD WHEN I am grown to man's estate I shall be very proud and great, And tell the other girls and boys Not to meddle with my toys. AUNTIE'S SKIRTS WHENEVER Auntie moves around, THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE And sometimes for an hour or so And sometimes sent my ships in fleets I was the giant great and still THE LAND OF NOD FROM breakfast on through all the day Afar into the Land of Nod. All by myself I have to go, The strangest things are there for me, Try as I like to find the way, MY SHADOW I HAVE a little shadow that goes in and out with me, And what can be the use of him is more than I can see. He is very, very like me from the heels up to the head; And I see him jump before me, when I jump into my bed. - The funniest thing about him is the way he likes to grow Not at all like proper children, which is always very slow; For he sometimes shoots up taller like an india-rubber ball, And he sometimes gets so little that there's none of him at all. He hasn't got a notion of how children ought to play, And can only make a fool of me in every sort of way. He stands so close beside me, he's a coward you can see; I'd think shame to stick to nursie as that shadow sticks to me! One morning, very early, before the sun was up, I rose and found the shining dew on every buttercup; But my lazy little shadow, like an arrant sleepy-head, Had stayed at home behind me and was fast asleep in bed. SYSTEM EVERY night my prayers I say, The child that is not plain and neat, ESCAPE AT BEDTIME THE lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out Through the blinds and the windows and bars; And high overhead and all moving about, There were thousands of millions of stars. There ne'er were such thousands of leaves on a tree, Nor of people in church or the Park, As the crowds of the stars that looked down upon me, And that glittered and winked in the dark. The Dog, and the Plough, and the Hunter, and all, And the star of the sailor, and Mars, These shone in the sky, and the pail by the wall Would be half full of water and stars. They saw me at last, and they chased me with cries, And they soon had me packed into bed; But the glory kept shining and bright in my eyes, And the stars going round in my head. THE COW THE friendly cow all red and white, She gives me cream with all her might, She wanders lowing here and there, The pleasant light of day; And blown by all the winds that pass HAPPY THOUGHT THE world is so full of a number of things, I'm sure we should all be as happy as kings. GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN You must still be bright and quiet, |