Robert Louis Stevenson (Ðîáåðò Ëüþèñ Ñòèâåíñîí)

Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 5. SHE rested by the Broken Brook

SHE rested by the Broken Brook,
She drank of Weary Well,
She moved beyond my lingering look,
Ah, whither none can tell!

She came, she went. In other lands,
Perchance in fairer skies,
Her hands shall cling with other hands,
Her eyes to other eyes.

She vanished. In the sounding town,
Will she remember too?
Will she recall the eyes of brown
As I recall the blue?

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 35. THE tropics vanish, and meseems that I
2. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 27. To the Muse
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 24. FAREWELL, fair day and fading light!
5. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 19. To Dr. Hake

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