New Poems, and Variant Readings

By Robert Louis

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...Transcribed from the 1918 Chatto & Windus edition by David Price, email
ccx074@pglaf.org





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meant they should be ultimately published.

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...CHIMÆRAS, OLD RECEIPTS ...

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THIS GLOOMY NORTHERN DAY...

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...SATE ...

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THE WIND BLEW SHRILL AND SMART ...

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HAIL, GUEST,...

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COME, MY LITTLE CHILDREN, HERE...

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SPRING CAROL ...

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OVER THE LAND IS APRIL ...

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FRAGMENTS ...

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PRAYER


I ASK...

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...thou shalt ever rule in me
Crowned with the light of memory.




MY HEART,...

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...her clear eyes
I seek the inner shrine—
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... Had rather hear you praise
This bosomful of songs

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...yore
By my old master’s feet.




PRELUDE


BY sunny...

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... Straucht took the rue,
An’ didna...

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... Thrills vaguely through my brain.

I lean my head upon...

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...and beckoned me.

The deep grass moved and whispered
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...and shade
Touch music stops in me.

Now...

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... I too, O friend, have steeled my heart
Boldly to choose...

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... To sing themselves.




HAD I THE POWER THAT HAVE THE WILL


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...song, my dear,
And last year’s toast,
I’m...

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... You—Christian with the pack—
You shall not wander...

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...stored with song and joke
And warmer than a cloak
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...I look on,
Believe me, my friend, between this and the grave,
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...vain that way
On which life’s daylight darkens, shade by...

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... Childish slaves of social rules
You had yourselves a...

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...welcome to your tables?

I go and leave your logic-straws,
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... Where a’ maun gang—
There’s still an hoor...

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...of your passage roll
Magnificently forth into the night.
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...if go she will.
Seek not, O fool, her wanton...

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...give and take sweet colour and sweet scent;
They joy to shed themselves...

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...bright bird flee
And waited, till before me she dropped dead.
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...love be dead,
Dead and gone;
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... Tak hands, an’ sing a burial ditty
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... Bonny in life—in death—this twae
Were...

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... Rustic odour, smiling hue,
And...

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...above the supine lands
And the low caves of mortal things, and flee
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...time to man the dingy and to row!
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...that haven find.

Well hast thou sailed: now die,
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...from fear
Nor followed after fame.
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... But next it loves the sour.

A little love...

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... To where the flags are flying beside the Gates of Gold.

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... So he awhile in our contested state,
Awhile abode, not longer, for...

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...hills away,
You can never pipe my fancy from my...

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...keep their friends in close command.

She, lady, as I learn, was one
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...At Christmas, in the pantomime,

Instanter, at the prompter’s cough,
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... The blue Mediterranean.

Now songful in the hour of sport,
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...of the woods or open sea.
Let our aspiring fancy rise
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... No grown up person being by,
Do some soft corner occupy;
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... But hark, and you may hear quite plain
Time’s chuckled laughter...

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... And by her goodness, little book!

What shall I say when...

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...love, in tones of warning,
She hailed me through my brief career;
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...Mark the time when broken, and the swing of it all.
So when...

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...deep wood wind in the chimney
Utters the slogan of...

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...were fed




SPRING CAROL


WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush,
And clear...

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...the sea.
Yet in my dreams I view her
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...that labour; come, and I will give ye rest.
Fear no more, O...

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...vale, rough brae on brae, upfills
Halfway to the zenith all the vacant...

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... My face is set to the autumnal slope,
Where the loud...

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...my footsteps tread the flowery sod
And the great woods embower me, and...

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...high, brown mountain
The wind of winter blows.
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...your eye
That seems to say I _might_, if I
Were...

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... Inter the old, despoil the new;
There shall at...

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...back to the level slipped;
And being landed, with considerate eyes,
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... And from the changeling fashion see,
Through comic and through sweet degree,
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...sae braw and crouse?
. . . Mister Frank o’ the Big House!

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...bed,
The mune was siller, the dawn was red:
Was nae...

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... Of his projected triumph, and the rime
Shall melt before the...

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...trees, it breathes a slender smoke
To heaven, and in the noon of...

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...Sequestered still (our homage surely due!)
To the twin Gods of mirthful wine...

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...her when
She plies for me the unresting pen,
And when...

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...Imperishable perfumes of the past
And coloured pictures rise on me thick and...

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...brake and reedy island,
Mirrored flower and shallop gliding by.
All...

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...hear the weir,
See the gliding shallop mar the stream.
Hark!...

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...am cold,
Who shall succeed me in my rural field),
To...

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...But thou, meantime, the while the batch is sound,
With pleased companions pass...

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.... . . mole.
Here shall I wait in vain till figs be...

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...Salarian way,
Stretch far broad below the dome of day;
And...

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...here at every word / in what I sing ]
If I no...

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...warning to the fisher clan
Beside the lake he sits, a beggarman.
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