greykit.poetry — Robert Louis Stevenson
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1887
[robert-louis-stevenson]
Requiem
Stevenson's eight-line epitaph for himself — under the wide and starry sky, glad did I live and gladly die; home is the sailor; home from sea, and the hunter home from the hill.
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1885
[robert-louis-stevenson]
From a Railway Carriage
Faster than fairies, faster than witches — bridges, hedges, painted stations, a child gathering brambles, a tramp, a mill and a river: each a glimpse and gone for ever.
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1885
[robert-louis-stevenson]
The Swing
A child swings up in the air so blue — over the wall, over the countryside, down on the garden green — and up in the air and down.