Page:New poems and variant readings, Stevenson, 1918.djvu/66

46 Keen pleasure and keen grief

Give place to great relief:

Farewell my tears!

Still sounds toward me float;

I hear the bird's small note,

Sheep from the far sheepcote,

And lowing steers.

For lo! the war is done,

Lo, now the battle won,

The trumpets still.

The shepherd's slender strain,

The country sounds again

Awake in wood and plain,

On haugh and hill.

Loud wars and loud loves cease.

I welcome my release;

And hail once more

Free foot and way world-wide.

And oft at eventide

Light love to talk beside

The hostel door