The Home Book of Verse 91 – Stevenson · Verses Across
Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 91Part 3 · Chapter 5
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Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 91
Part 3 · Chapter 5
StevensonEnglish
I cast these lyric offerings at your feet,
And ask you but to fling them not away:
There suffer them to rest, till even they,
By happy nearness to yourself, grow sweet.
He that hath shaped and wrought them holds it meet
That you be sung, not in some artless way,
But with such pomp and ritual as when May
Sends her full choir, the throned Morn to greet.
With something caught from your own lofty air,
With something learned from your own highborn grace,
Song must approach your presence; must forbear
All light and easy accost; and yet abase
Its own proud spirit in awe and reverence there,
Before the Wonder of your form and face.
