Songs of Travel and Other Verses
by Robert Louis Stevenson
CONTENTS
I. THE VAGABOND - Give to me the life I love
II. YOUTH AND LOVE: I. - Once only by the garden gate
III. YOUTH AND LOVE: II. - To the heart of youth the world is
a high
waysideIV. In dreams,
unhappy, I behold you stand
V. She rested by the Broken Brook
VI. The
infinite shining heavens
VII. Plain as the glistering planets shine
VIII. To you, let snows and roses
IX. Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams
X. I know not how it is with you
XI. I will make you brooches and toys for your delight
XII. WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE - Berried brake and reedy island
XIII. MATTER TRIUMPHANS - Son of my woman's body, you go, to
the drum and fife
XIV. Bright is the ring of words
XV. In the
highlands, in the country places
XVI. Home no more home to me,
wither must I wander?
XVII. WINTER - In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane
XVIII. The stormy evening closes now in vain
XIX. TO DR. HAKE - In the
beloved hour that ushers day
XX. TO - I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills
XXI. The morning drum-call on my eager ear
XXII. I have trod the
upward and
downward slope
XXIII. He hears with gladdened heart the thunder
XXIV. Farewell, fair day and fading light!
XXV. IF THIS WERE FAITH - God, if this were enough
XXVI. MY WIFE - Trusty, dusky, vivid, true
XXVII. TO THE MUSE - Resign the rhapsody, the dream
XXVIII. TO AN ISLAND PRINCESS - Since long ago, a child at home
XXIX. TO KALAKAUA - The Sliver Ship, my King - that was her name
XXX. TO PRINCESS KAIULANI - Forth form her land to mine she goes
XXXI. TO MOTHER MARYANNE - To see the
infinite pity of this place
XXXII. IN MEMORIAM E. H. - I knew a silver head was bright beyond compare
XXXIII. TO MY WIFE - Long must
elapse ere you behold again
XXXIV. TO MY OLD FAMILIARS - Do you remember - can we e'er forget?
XXXV. The
tropics
vanish, and meseems that I
XXXVI. TO S. C. - I heard the pulse of the besieging sea
XXXVII. THE HOUSE OF TEMBINOKA - Let us, who part like brothers, part
like bards
XXXVIII. THE WOODMAN - In all the grove, not
stream nor bird
XXXIX. TROPIC RAIN - As the single pang of the blow, when the metal is
mingled well
XL. AN END OF TRAVEL - Let now your soul in this
substantial world
XLI. We uncommiserate pass into the night
XLII. Sing me a song of a lad that is gone
XLIII. TO S. R. CROCKETT - Blows the wind to-day, and the sun and rain
are flying
XLIV. EVENSONG - The embers of the day are red
I - THE VAGABOND (To an air of Schubert)
GIVE to me the life I love,
Let the lave go by me,
Give the jolly heaven above
And the byway nigh me.
Bed in the bush with stars to see,
Bread I dip in the river -
There's the life for a man like me,
There's the life for ever.
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around
And the road before me.
Wealth I seek not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I seek, the heaven above
And the road below me.
Or let autumn fall on me
Where afield I linger,
Silencing the bird on tree,
Biting the blue finger.
White as meal the
frosty field -
Warm the
fireside haven -
Not to autumn will I yield,
Not to winter even!
Let the blow fall soon or late,
Let what will be o'er me;
Give the face of earth around,
And the road before me.
Wealth I ask not, hope nor love,
Nor a friend to know me;
All I ask, the heaven above
And the road below me.
II - YOUTH AND LOVE - I
ONCE only by the garden gate
Our lips we joined and parted.
I must
fulfil an empty fate
And travel the uncharted.
Hail and
farewell! I must arise,
Leave here the fatted cattle,
And paint on foreign lands and skies
My Odyssey of battle.
The untented Kosmos my abode,
I pass, a wilful stranger:
My
mistress still the open road
And the bright eyes of danger.
Come ill or well, the cross, the crown,
The
rainbow or the thunder,
I fling my soul and body down
For God to
plough them under.
III - YOUTH AND LOVE - II
To the heart of youth the world is a high
wayside.
Passing for ever, he fares; and on either hand,
Deep in the gardens golden pavilions hide,
Nestle in
orchard bloom, and far on the level land
Call him with lighted lamp in the eventide.
Thick as the stars at night when the moon is down,
Pleasures
assail him. He to his nobler fate
Fares; and but waves a hand as he passes on,
Cries but a
wayside word to her at the garden gate,
Sings but a
boyish stave and his face is gone.
IV
IN dreams,
unhappy, I behold you stand
As heretofore:
The unremembered tokens in your hand
Avail no more.
No more the morning glow, no more the grace,
Enshrines, endears.
Cold beats the light of time upon your face
And shows your tears.
He came and went. Perchance you wept a while
And then forgot.
Ah me! but he that left you with a smile
Forgets you not.
V
SHE rested by the Broken Brook,
She drank of Weary Well,
She moved beyond my lingering look,
Ah, whither none can tell!
She came, she went. In other lands,
Perchance in fairer skies,
Her hands shall cling with other hands,
Her eyes to other eyes.
She
vanished. In the sounding town,
Will she remember too?
Will she recall the eyes of brown
As I recall the blue?
VI
THE
infinite shining heavens
Rose and I saw in the night
Uncountable angel stars
Showering sorrow and light.
I saw them distant as heaven,
Dumb and shining and dead,
And the idle stars of the night
Were dearer to me than bread.
Night after night in my sorrow
The stars stood over the sea,
Till lo! I looked in the dusk
And a star had come down to me.
VII
PLAIN as the glistering planets shine
When winds have cleaned the skies,
Her love appeared, appealed for mine,
And wantoned in her eyes.
Clear as the shining tapers burned
On Cytherea's shrine,
Those brimming, lustrous beauties turned,
And called and conquered mine.
The beacon-lamp that Hero lit
No fairer shone on sea,
No plainlier summoned will and wit,
Than hers encouraged me.
I thrilled to feel her influence near,
I struck my flag at sight.
Her
starry silence smote my ear
Like sudden drums at night.
I ran as, at the cannon's roar,
The troops the ramparts man -
As in the holy house of yore
The
willing Eli ran.
Here, lady, lo! that servant stands
You picked from passing men,
And should you need nor heart nor hands
He bows and goes again.
VIII
TO you, let snow and roses
And golden locks belong.
These are the world's enslavers,
Let these delight the throng.
For her of duskier lustre
Whose favour still I wear,
The snow be in her kirtle,
The rose be in her hair!
The hue of
highland rivers
Careering, full and cool,
From sable on to golden,
From rapid on to pool -
The hue of heather-honey,
The hue of honey-bees,
Shall tinge her golden shoulder,
Shall gild her tawny knees.
IX
LET Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams,
Beauty awake from rest!
Let Beauty awake
For Beauty's sake
In the hour when the birds awake in the brake
And the stars are bright in the west!