Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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I know not how, but as I count
The beads of former years,
Old laughter catches in my throat
With the very feel of tears.

1. Requiem
2. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 31. To Mother Maryanne
3. Songs of Travel and Other Verses. 18. THE stormy evening closes now in vain
4. To Miss Cornish
5. My Body which My Dungeon Is

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