The Home Book of Verse 95 – Stevenson · Verses Across
Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 95Part 3 · Chapter 3
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Literature · Romance
The Home Book of Verse 95
Part 3 · Chapter 3
StevensonEnglish
Bow down, my song, before her presence high,
In that far world where you must seek her now;
Say that you bring to her no sonnetry,
But plain-set anguish of the breast or brow;
Say that on earth I sang to her alone,
But now, while in her heaven she sits divine,
Turning, I tell the world my bitter moan,
Bidding it share its hopes and griefs with mine,
Versing not what I would, but what I must,
Wail of the wind, or sobbing of the wave;
Ah! say you raised my bowed head from the dust,
And held me backward from a willful grave;
Say this, and her sweet pity will approve,
And bind yet closer her dead bond of love.
