Robert Louis Stevenson



              "The Stormy Evening Closes Now in Vain..."

                   from Songs Of Travel


                   The stormy evening closes now in vain,
                   Loud wails the wind and beats the driving rain,
                   While here in sheltered house
                   With fire-ypainted walls,
                   I hear the wind abroad,
                   I hark the calling squalls —
                   "Blow, blow," I cry, "you burst your cheeks in vain!
                   Blow, blow," I cry, "my love is home again!"
                   
                   Yon ship you chase perchance but yesternight
                   Bore still the precious freight of my delight,
                   That here in sheltered house
                   With fire-ypainted walls,
                   Now hears the wind abroad,
                   Now harks the calling squalls.
                   "Blow, blow," I cry, "in vain you rouse the sea,
                   My rescued sailor shares the fire with me!"

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