In the other gardens
Robert Louis Stevenson
AWAY with funeral music - set
In winter I get up at night
BEHOLD, as goblins dark of mien
DEATH, to the dead for evermore
WHETHER upon the garden seat
FAREWELL, and when forth
The coach is at the door at last;
FLOWER god, god of the spring, beautiful, bountiful,
Little Indian, Sioux, or Crow,
GOD gave to me a child in part,
Children, you are very little,
HAIL! Childish slaves of social rules
The world is so full of a number of things,
COME, my little children, here are songs for you;
I DREAMED of forest alleys fair
I WHO all the winter through
God, if this were enough,
IN the green and gallant Spring,
LIGHT as the linnet on my way I start,
MEN are Heaven's piers; they evermore
FOR some abiding central source of power,
OVER the land is April,
Summer fading, winter comes--
I ASK good things that I detest,
I WILL make you brooches and toys for your delight
SINCE thou hast given me this good hope, O God,
NOR judge me light, tho' light at times I seem,
WHEN loud by landside streamlets gush,
THE air was full of sun and birds,
AS swallows turning backward
Great is the sun, and wide he goes
THE angler rose, he took his rod,
CLINKUM-CLANK in the rain they ride,
When the grass was closely mown,
All the names I know from nurse:
The moon has a face like the clock in the hall;
THE summer sun shone round me,
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees,
TO friends at home, the lone, the admired, the lost
You too, my mother, read my rhymes
Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn with proper speed,
WHEN the sun comes after rain
Late lies the wintry sun a-bed,