Robert Louis Stevenson (Роберт Льюис Стивенсон)

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MY love was warm; for that I crossed
The mountains and the sea,
Nor counted that endeavour lost
That gave my love to me.

If that indeed were love at all,
As still, my love, I trow,
By what dear name am I to call
The bond that holds me now 

1. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 13. Mater Triumphans
2. About the Sheltered Garden Ground
3. An English Breeze
4. To Sydney
5. Sonet VI. As in the Hostel by the Bridge I Sate

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