Poem by Robert Louis Stevenson

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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. I Know Not How, But As I Count
2. Requiem
3. What Man May Learn, what Man May Do
4. To Miss Cornish
5. My Body which My Dungeon Is

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