ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON
AN ELEGY
High on his Patmos of the Southern SeasOur northern dreamer sleeps,Strange stars above him, and above his graveStrange leaves and wings their tropic splendours wave,While, far beneath, mile after shimmering mile,The great Pacific, with its faery deeps,Smiles all day long its silken secret smile.
Son of a race nomadic, finding stillIts home in regions furthest from its home,Ranging untired the borders of the...
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