New Poems And Variant Readings

'•g8 STEVENSON'S POEMS
I, WHOM APOLLO SOMETIME VISITED
I, WHOM Apollo sometime visited,
Or feigned to visit, now, my day being done,
Do slumber wholly; nor shall know at all
The weariness of changes; nor perceive
Immeasurable sands of centuries
Drink of the blanching ink, or the loud sound
Of generations beat the music down.
TEMPEST TOSSED AND SORE AFFLICTED
TEMPEST tossed and sore afflicted, sin defiled and care
oppressed, Come to me, all ye that labour; come, and I will give ye
rest. Fear no more, O doubting hearted; weep no more, O
weeping eye! Lo, the voice of your redeemer; lo, the songful morning
near. Here one hour you toil and combat, sin and suffer,
bleed and die; In my father's quiet mansion soon to lay your burden
by. Bear a moment, heavy laden, weary hand and weeping
eye. Lo, the feet of your deliverer ; lo, the hour of freedom
here.