ON now, although the year be done,
Now, although the love be dead,
Dead and gone;
Hear me, O loved and cherished one,
Give me still the hand that led,
Led me on.
More verses by Robert Louis Stevenson
- Know You The River Near To Grez
- The Bour-Tree Den
- To Ottilie
- Thou Strainest Through The Mountain Fern
- Fixed Is The Doom