Light poetry by Robert Louis Stevenson, from a Child's Garden of Verses, to brighten your spirit and put that childlike gleam in your eye...
Hail, Guest, and Enter Freely...
by Robert Louis Stevenson
Hail, guest, and enter freely! All you see
Is, for your momentary visit, yours; and we
Who welcome you are but the guests of God,
And know not our departure.
The Sun's Travels
by Robert Louis Stevenson
The sun is not a-bed, when I
At night upon my pillow lie;
Still round the earth his way he takes,
And morning after morning makes.
While here at home, in shining day,
We round the sunny garden play,
Each little Indian sleepy-head
Is being kissed and put to bed.
And when at eve I rise from tea,
Day dawns beyond the Atlantic Sea;
And all the children in the west
Are getting up and being dressed.
What a beautiful way to start the week. Thank you Christi!
ReplyDeleteI hope all is going well with getting ready for your move.
many hugs,
Barb
What lovely and descriptive pictures that you have found for your beautiful poems, Chrisit.
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