Page:Poems by Robert Louis Stevenson, Hitherto unpublished, 1921.djvu/54

 Since then, the waves are still. The tide

Sets steadily and strongly out.

The sea shines tranquil, far and wide,

My mind is past the surf of doubt.

The pole-star of my purpose keeps

The constant line that I should steer.

At night my weary body sleeps,

My brain works orderly and clear.

All things are altered since I set

The steady goal before my face;

All things are changed; and my regret

Is advertising for a place!

"Companion for an invalide—

The René-sort preferred—genteel

And orthodox." I wish it speed—

The creature kept so well to heel! [ 46 ]