 | Robert Louis Stevenson: Collected Poems |  |
XII
[Far over seas an island is]
Far over seas an island is
Whereon when day is done
A grove of tossing palms
Are printed on the sun.
And all about the reefy shore
Blue breakers flash and fall.
There shall I go, methinks,
When I am done with all.
Whereon when day is done
A grove of tossing palms
Are printed on the sun.
And all about the reefy shore
Blue breakers flash and fall.
There shall I go, methinks,
When I am done with all.
Have I no castle then in Spain,
No island of the mind,
Where I can turn and go again
When life shall prove unkind.
Up, sluggard soul! and far from here
Our mountain forest seek;
Or nigh the enchanted island, steer
Down the desirèd creek.
No island of the mind,
Where I can turn and go again
When life shall prove unkind.
Up, sluggard soul! and far from here
Our mountain forest seek;
Or nigh the enchanted island, steer
Down the desirèd creek.
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