Page:New poems and variant readings, Stevenson, 1918.djvu/57

Rh And the live air, fanned with wings,

Bright with breeze and sunshine, brings

Into contact distant things,

And makes all the countries one.

Let us wander where we will,

Something kindred greets us still;

Something seen on vale or hill

Falls familiar on the heart;

So, at scent or sound or sight,

Severed souls by day and night

Tremble with the same delight—

Tremble, half the world apart.

TO MESDAMES ZASSETSKY AND GARSCHINE

wind may blaw the lee-gang way

And aye the lift be mirk an' gray,

An deep the moss and steigh the brae

Where a' maun gang—

There's still an hoor in ilka day

For luve and sang.