LATE, O miller,
The birds are silent,
The darkness falls.
In the house the lights are lighted.
See, in the valley they twinkle,
The lights of home.
Late, O lovers,
The night is at hand;
Silence and darkness
Clothe the land.
More verses by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Epitaphium Erotii
- Come, Here Is Adieu To The City
- Heather Ale: A Galloway Legend
- To The Commissioners Of Northern Lights
- To Auntie