THE broad sun,
The bright day:
White sails
On the blue bay:
The far-farers
Draw away.
Light the fires
And close the door.
To the old homes,
To the loved shore,
The far-farers
Return no more.
More verses by Robert Louis Stevenson
- To The Muse
- It Blows A Snowing Gale
- Now When The Number Of My Years
- The Vanquished Knight
- So Live, So Love, So Use That Fragile Hour