ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON! Blue the lift and braw the dawn O' yer comin' here amang Strangers wha hae luved ye lang! Strangers tae ye we maun be, Yet tae us ye're kenned a wee By the writin's ye hae done, Robert Louis Stevenson. Syne ye've pit yer pen tae sic' Tales it stabbt us tae the quick -- Whiles o' tropic isles an' seas An' o' gowden treesuries -- Tales o' deid men's banes; an' tales Swete as sangs o' nightingales When the nune o' mirk's begun -- Robert Louis Stevenson. Sae we hail thee! nane the less For the "burr" that ye caress Wi' yer denty tongue o' Scots, Makin' words forget-me-nots O' yer bonnie braes that were Sung o' Burns the Poemer -- And that later lavrock, one Robert Louis Stevenson. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...FUNERAL HYMN by LOUIS UNTERMEYER EPITAPHS OF THE WAR, 1914-18: THE COWARD by RUDYARD KIPLING ASTROPHEL AND STELLA: 7 by PHILIP SIDNEY THE BATTLE AUTUMN OF 1862 by JOHN GREENLEAF WHITTIER THE PALACE OF OMARTES by EDWARD GEORGE EARLE LYTTON BULWER-LYTTON |