About the Sheltered Garden Ground
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ABOUT the sheltered garden ground
The trees stand strangely still.
The vale ne'er seemed so deep before,
Nor yet so high the hill.
An awful sense of quietness,
A fulness of repose,
Breathes from the dewy garden-lawns,
The silent garden rows.
As the hoof-beats of a troop of horse
Heard far across a plain,
A nearer knowledge of great thoughts
Thrills vaguely through my brain.
I lean my head upon my arm,
My heart's too full to think;
Like the roar of seas, upon my heart
Doth the morning stillness sink.
Miscellany
Other poems by Robert Louis Stevenson (read randomly)
Let us, who part like brothers, part like bards;
And you in your tongue and measure, I in mine,
Our now division duly solemnise.
The infinite shining heavens
Rose and I saw in the night
Uncountable angel stars
My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky …
It's time to take the window to see Leerie going by …
For every night at teatime a...
When I was sick and lay a-bed,
I had two pillows at my head,
And all my toys beside me lay,
From breakfast on through all the day
At home among my friends I stay,
But every night I go abroad
At evening when the lamp is lit,
Around the fire my parents sit;
They sit at home and talk and sing,
When at home alone I sit
And am very tired of it,
I have just to shut my eyes
Far `yont amang the years to be
When a' we think, an' a' we see,
An' a' we luve, `s been dung ajee
Where the bells peal far at sea
Cunning fingers fashioned me.
There on palace walls I hung
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
She shines on thieves on the garden wall,
On streets and fields and harbour quays,
