 | Robert Louis Stevenson: Collected Poems
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XXI
[Not undelightful, friend, our rustic ease]
Not undelightful, friend, our rustic ease
To grateful hearts; for by especial hap
Deep nested in the hill's enormous lap
With its own ring of walls and grove of trees
Sits, in deep shelter, our small cottage; nor
Far-off is seen, rose carpeted and hung
With Clematis, the quarry whence she sprung.
O matre pulchra filia pulchrior.
Thither in early spring, unharnessed folk,
We join the pairing swallows, glad to stay
Where, bosomed in high hills, remote, unseen,
From its tall trees, it breathes a slender smoke
To heaven, and in the noon of sultry day
Stands, coolly buried, to the neck in green.
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