Page:New poems and variant readings, Stevenson, 1918.djvu/23

Rh Though other loves may come and go

And long years sever us below,

Shall the thin ice that grows above

Freeze the deep centre-well of love?

No, still below light amours, thou

Shalt rule me as thou rul'st me now.

Year following year shall only set

Fresh gems upon thy coronet;

And Time, grown lover, shall delight

To beautify thee in my sight;

And thou shalt ever rule in me

Crowned with the light of memory.

MY HEART, WHEN FIRST THE BLACKBIRD SINGS

heart, when first the blackbird sings,

My heart drinks in the song:

Cool pleasure fills my bosom through

And spreads each nerve along.

My bosom eddies quietly,

My heart is stirred and cool

As when a wind-moved briar sweeps

A stone into a pool.