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STEVENSON'S POEMS

IV.

Once more upon the same old seat
In the same sunshiny weather,
The elm-trees' shadows at their feet
And foliage move together.


The shadows shift upon the grass,
The dial point creeps on;
The clear sun shines, the loiterers pass,
As then they passed and shone.


But now deep sleep is on my heart,
Deep sleep and perfect rest.
Hope's flutterings now disturb no more
The quiet of my breast.

 

ST. MARTIN'S SUMMER

As swallows turning backward
When half-way o'er the sea,
At one word's trumpet summons
They came again to me—
The hopes I had forgotten
Came back again to me.