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Thomas Humphry Ward, ed.  The English Poets.  1880–1918.
Vol. V. Browning to Rupert Brooke
 
To S. C.
By Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894)
 
I HEARD the pulse of the besieging sea
Throb far away all night. I heard the wind
Fly crying and convulse tumultuous palms.
I rose and strolled. The isle was all bright sand,
And flailing fans and shadows of the palm;        5
The heaven all moon and wind and the blind vault;
The keenest planet slain, for Venus slept.
  The King, my neighbour, with his host of wives,
Slept in the precinct of the palisade;
Where single, in the wind, under the moon,        10
Among the slumbering cabins, blazed a fire,
Sole street-lamp and the only sentinel.
  To other lands and nights my fancy turned—
To London first, and chiefly to your house,
The many-pillared and the well-beloved.        15
There yearning fancy lighted; there again
In the upper room I lay, and heard far off
The unsleeping city murmur like a shell;
The muffled tramp of the Museum guard
Once more went by me; I beheld again        20
Lamps vainly brighten the dispeopled street;
Again I longed for the returning morn,
The awaking traffic, the bestirring birds,
The consentaneous trill of tiny song
That weaves round monumental cornices        25
A passing charm of beauty. Most of all,
For your light foot I wearied, and your knock
That was the glad réveillé of my day.
  Lo, now, when to your task in the great house
At morning through the portico you pass,        30
One moment glance, where by the pillared wall
Far-voyaging island gods, begrimed with smoke,
Sit now unworshipped, the rude monument
Of faiths forgot and races undivined;
Sit now disconsolate, remembering well        35
The priest, the victim, and the songful crowd,
The blaze of the blue noon, and that huge voice,
Incessant, of the breakers on the shore.
As far as these from their ancestral shrine,
So far, so foreign, your divided friends        40
Wander, estranged in body, not in mind.

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