io8 STEVENSON'S POEMS
Is set with such a witching art, Is so provocatively smart, I'd like to wear it on my heart, An order for an hour !
0 graceful housemaid, tall and fair,
1 love your shy imperial air, And always loiter on the stair
When you are going by. A strict reserve the fates demand; But, when to let you pass I stand, Sometimes by chance I touch your hand
And sometimes catch your eye.
TO ALL THAT LOVE THE FAR AND BLUE
To all that love the far and blue ;
Whether, from dawn to eve, on foot The fleeing corners ye pursue,
Nor weary of the vain pursuit; Or whether down the singing stream,
Paddle in hand, jocund ye shpot, To splash beside the splashing bream
Or anchor by the willow root: