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Come My Beloved Hear From Me

ME, my beloved, hear from

Tales of the woods or open sea.

Let our aspiring fancy riseA wren's flight higher toward the skies;

Or far from cities, brown and bare,

Play at the least in open air.

In all the tales men hear us

Still let the unfathomed ocean swell,

Or shallower forest sound

Below the lonely stars of God;

In all, let something still be done,

Still in a corner shine the sun,

Slim-ankled maids be fleet of foot,

Nor man disown the rural flute.

Still let the hero from the

In honest sweat and beats of

Push on along the untrodden

For some inviolate abode.

Still,

O beloved, let me

The great bell beating far and near-The odd, unknown, enchanted

That on the road hales men along,

That from the mountain calls afar,

That lures a vessel from a star,

And with a still, aerial

Makes all the earth enchanted ground.

Love, and the love of life and

Dance, live and sing through all our furrowed tract;

Till the great God enamoured

To him who reads, to him who lives,

That rare and fair romantic

That whoso hears must hear again.

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Robert Louis Stevenson

Robert Louis Stevenson (born Robert Lewis Balfour Stevenson; 13 November 1850 – 3 December 1894) was a Scottish novelist, poet and travel writer…

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