Page:New poems and variant readings, Stevenson, 1918.djvu/97

Rh Still, O beloved, let me hear

The great bell beating far and near—

The odd, unknown, enchanted gong

That on the road hales men along,

That from the mountain calls afar,

That lures a vessel from a star,

And with a still, aerial sound

Makes all the earth enchanted ground.

Love, and the love of life and act

Dance, live and sing through all our furrowed tract;

Till the great God enamoured gives

To him who reads, to him who lives,

That rare and fair romantic strain

That whoso hears must hear again.

SINCE YEARS AGO FOR EVERMORE

years ago for evermore

My cedar ship I drew to shore;

And to the road and riverbed

And the green, nodding reeds, I said

Mine ignorant and last farewell:

Now with content at home I dwell,

And now divide my sluggish life

Betwixt my verses and my wife: