Poetry & Verse
The Wind Is Without There And Howls In The Trees
By Robert Louis StevensonSource: Robert Louis Stevenson - PoetryDB (Public Domain)236 words
THE wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the fireside with elbows on knees...
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THE wind is without there and howls in the trees, And the rain-flurries drum on the glass: Alone by the fireside with elbows on knees I can number the hours as they pass. Yet now, when to cheer me the crickets begin, And my pipe is just happily lit, Believe me, my friend, tho' the evening draws in, That not all uncontested I sit.…
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