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. Не взять мне в толк: переберу • I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Реквием • Requiem
3. Before This Little Gift Was Come
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain
5. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 27. To the Muse

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