Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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IN the green and gallant Spring,
Love and the lyre I thought to sing,
And kisses sweet to give and take
By the flowery hawthorn brake.

Now is russet Autumn here,
Death and the grave and winter drear,
And I must ponder here aloof
While the rain is on the roof. 

1. I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Requiem
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 31. To Mother Maryanne
4. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain
5. To Miss Cornish

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