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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson

My Love Was Warm

MY love was warm; for that I crossed
The mountains and the sea,
Nor counted that endeavour lost
That gave my love to me.
 
If that indeed were love at all,
As still, my love, I trow,
By what dear name am I to call
The bond that holds me now

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