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       THE WORKS OF

  ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

     SWANSTON EDITION

        VOLUME XIV


  _Of this SWANSTON EDITION in Twenty-five
  Volumes of the Works of ROBERT LOUIS
  STEVENSON Two Thousand and Sixty Copies
  have been printed, of which only Two Thousand
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    THE WORKS OF

    ROBERT LOUIS

     STEVENSON

  VOLUME FOURTEEN


  LONDON : PUBLISHED BY CHATTO AND
  WINDUS : IN ASSOCIATION WITH CASSELL
  AND COMPANY LIMITED : WILLIAM
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CONTENTS


  A CHILD'S GARDEN OF VERSES
                                                                PAGE
        I. BED IN SUMMER                                           3
             In winter I get up at night

       II. A THOUGHT                                               3
             It is very nice to think

      III. AT THE SEA-SIDE                                         4
             When I was down beside the sea

       IV. YOUNG NIGHT THOUGHT                                     4
             All night long, and every night

        V. WHOLE DUTY OF CHILDREN                                  5
             A child should always say what's true

       VI. RAIN                                                    5
             The rain is raining all around

      VII. PIRATE STORY                                            5
             Three of us afloat in the meadow by the swing

     VIII. FOREIGN LANDS                                           6
             Up into the cherry-tree

       IX. WINDY NIGHTS                                            7
             Whenever the moon and stars are set

        X. TRAVEL                                                  7
             I should like to rise and go

       XI. SINGING                                                 9
             Of speckled eggs the birdie sings

      XII. LOOKING FORWARD                                         9
             When I am grown to man's estate

     XIII. A GOOD PLAY                                             9
             We built a ship upon the stairs

      XIV. WHERE GO THE BOATS?                                    10
             Dark brown is the river

       XV. AUNTIE'S SKIRTS                                        11
             Whenever Auntie moves around

      XVI. THE LAND OF COUNTERPANE                                11
             When I was sick and lay a-bed

     XVII. THE LAND OF NOD                                        12
             From breakfast on all through the day

    XVIII. MY SHADOW                                              12
             I have a little shadow that goes in and out with me

      XIX. SYSTEM                                                 13
             Every night my prayers I say

       XX. A GOOD BOY                                             14
             I woke before the morning, I was happy all the day

      XXI. ESCAPE AT BEDTIME                                      14
             The lights from the parlour and kitchen shone out

     XXII. MARCHING SONG                                          15
             Bring the comb and play upon it

    XXIII. THE COW                                                16
             The friendly cow, all red and white

     XXIV. HAPPY THOUGHT                                          16
             The world is so full of a number of things

      XXV. THE WIND                                               16
             I saw you toss the kites on high

     XXVI. KEEPSAKE MILL                                          17
             Over the borders, a sin without pardon

    XXVII. GOOD AND BAD CHILDREN                                  18
             Children, you are very little

   XXVIII. FOREIGN CHILDREN                                       19
             Little Indian, Sioux or Crow

     XXIX. THE SUN'S TRAVELS                                      20
             The sun is not a-bed when I

      XXX. THE LAMPLIGHTER                                        20
             My tea is nearly ready and the sun has left the sky

     XXXI. MY BED IS A BOAT                                       21
             My bed is like a little boat

    XXXII. THE MOON                                               22
             The moon has a face like the clock in the hall

   XXXIII. THE SWING                                              22
             How do you like to go up in a swing

    XXXIV. TIME TO RISE                                           23
             A birdie with a yellow bill

     XXXV. LOOKING-GLASS RIVER                                    23
             Smooth it slides upon its travel

    XXXVI. FAIRY BREAD                                            24
             Come up here, O dusty feet

   XXXVII. FROM A RAILWAY CARRIAGE                                24
             Faster than fairies, faster than witches

  XXXVIII. WINTER-TIME                                            25
             Late lies the wintry sun a-bed

    XXXIX. THE HAYLOFT                                            26
             Through all the pleasant meadow-side

       XL. FAREWELL TO THE FARM                                   26
             The coach is at the door at last

      XLI. North-West Passage                                     27

            1. GOOD NIGHT                                         27
              When the bright lamp is carried in

            2. SHADOW MARCH                                       28
              All round the house is the jet-black night

            3. IN PORT                                            28
              Last, to the chamber where I lie


  THE CHILD ALONE

        I. THE UNSEEN PLAYMATE                                    31
             When children are playing alone on the green

       II. MY SHIP AND I                                          32
             O it's I that am the captain of a tidy little ship

      III. MY KINGDOM                                             32
             Down by a shining water well

       IV. PICTURE-BOOKS IN WINTER                                33
             Summer fading, winter comes

        V. MY TREASURES                                           34
             These nuts, that I keep in the back of the nest

       VI. BLOCK CITY                                             35
             What are you able to build with your blocks

      VII. THE LAND OF STORY-BOOKS                                36
             At evening when the lamp is lit

     VIII. ARMIES IN THE FIRE                                     37
             The lamps now glitter down the street

       IX. THE LITTLE LAND                                        38
              When at home alone I sit


  GARDEN DAYS

        I. NIGHT AND DAY                                          43
             When the golden day is done

       II. NEST EGGS                                              44
             Birds all the sunny day

      III. THE FLOWERS                                            46
             All the names I know from nurse

       IV. SUMMER SUN                                             46
             Great is the sun, and wide he goes

        V. THE DUMB SOLDIER                                       47
             When the grass was closely mown

       VI. AUTUMN FIRES                                           49
             In the other gardens

      VII. THE GARDENER                                           49
             The gardener does not love to talk

     VIII. HISTORICAL ASSOCIATIONS                                50
             Dear Uncle Jim, this garden ground


  ENVOYS

        I. TO WILLIE AND HENRIETTA                                55
             If two may read aright

       II. TO MY MOTHER                                           55
             You too, my mother, read my rhymes

      III. TO AUNTIE                                              56
             _Chief of our aunts_--not only I

       IV. TO MINNIE                                              56
             The red room with the giant bed

        V. TO MY NAME-CHILD                                       58
             Some day soon this rhyming volume, if you learn
               with proper speed.

       VI. TO ANY READER                                          59
             As from the house your mother sees


  UNDERWOODS

  BOOK I: IN ENGLISH

        I. ENVOY                                                  67
             Go, little book, and wish to all

       II. A SONG OF THE ROAD                                     67
             The gauger walked with willing foot

      III. THE CANOE SPEAKS                                       68
             On the great streams the ships may go

       IV.                                                        70
             It is the season now to go

        V. THE HOUSE BEAUTIFUL                                    71
             _A naked house, a naked moor_

       VI. A VISIT FROM THE SEA                                   72
             Far from the loud sea beaches

      VII. TO A GARDENER                                          73
             Friend, in my mountain-side demesne

     VIII. TO MINNIE                                              74
             A picture-frame for you to fill

       IX. TO K. DE M.                                            74
             A lover of the moorland bare

        X. TO N. V. DE G. S.                                      75
             The unfathomable sea, and time, and tears

       XI. TO WILL. H. LOW                                        76
             Youth now flees on feathered foot

      XII. TO MRS. WILL. H. LOW                                   77
             Even in the bluest noonday of July

     XIII. TO H. F. BROWN                                         78
             I sit and wait a pair of oars

      XIV. TO ANDREW LANG                                         79
             Dear Andrew, with the brindled hair

       XV. ET TU IN ARCADIA VIXISTI (TO R. A. M. S.)              80
             In ancient tales, O friend, thy spirit dwelt

      XVI. TO W. E. HENLEY                                        82
             The year runs through her phases; rain and sun

     XVII. HENRY JAMES                                            83
             Who comes to-night? We ope the doors in vain

    XVIII. THE MIRROR SPEAKS                                      84
             Where the bells peal far at sea

      XIX. KATHARINE                                              85
             We see you as we see a face

       XX. TO F. J. S.                                            85
             I read, dear friend, in your dear face

      XXI. REQUIEM                                                86
             Under the wide and starry sky

     XXII. THE CELESTIAL SURGEON                                  86
            If I have faltered more or less

    XXIII. OUR LADY OF THE SNOWS                                  87
             Out of the sun, out of the blast

     XXIV.                                                        89
             Not yet, my soul, these friendly fields desert

      XXV.                                                        90
             It is not yours, O mother, to complain

     XXVI. THE SICK CHILD                                         92
             O mother, lay your hand on my brow

    XXVII. IN MEMORIAM F. A. S.                                   93
             Yet, O stricken heart, remember, O remember

   XXVIII. TO MY FATHER                                           93
             Peace and her huge invasion to these shores

     XXIX. IN THE STATES                                          94
             With half a heart I wander here

      XXX. A PORTRAIT                                             95
             I am a kind of farthing dip

     XXXI.                                                        96
             Sing clearlier, Muse, or evermore be still

    XXXII. A CAMP                                                 96
             The bed was made, the room was fit

   XXXIII. THE COUNTRY OF THE CAMISARDS                           96
             We travelled in the print of olden wars

    XXXIV. SKERRYVORE                                             97
             For love of lovely words, and for the sake

     XXXV. SKERRYVORE: THE PARALLEL                               97
             Here all is sunny, and when the truant gull

    XXXVI.                                                        98
             _My house_, I say. But hark to the sunny doves

   XXXVII.                                                        98
             My body which my dungeon is

  XXXVIII.                                                        99
             Say not of me that weakly I declined


  BOOK II: IN SCOTS

        I. THE MAKER TO POSTERITY                                105
             Far 'yont amang the years to be

       II. ILLE TERRARUM                                         106
             Frae nirly, nippin', Eas'lan' breeze

      III.                                                       109
             When aince Aprile has fairly come

       IV. A MILE AN' A BITTOCK                                  110
             A mile an' a bittock, a mile or twa

        V. A LOWDEN SABBATH MORN                                 111
             The clinkum-clank o' Sabbath bells

       VI. THE SPAEWIFE                                          116
             O, I wad like to ken--to the beggar-wife says I

      VII. THE BLAST--1875                                       116
             It's rainin'. Weet's the gairden sod

     VIII. THE COUNTERBLAST--1886                                118
             My bonny man, the warld, it's true

       IX. THE COUNTERBLAST IRONICAL                             120
             It's strange that God should fash to frame

        X. THEIR LAUREATE TO AN ACADEMY CLASS DINNER CLUB        121
            