Transcribed from the 1908 Chatto & Windus edition by David Price, email ccx074@pglaf.org Songs of Travel AND OTHER VERSES BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON [Picture: Chatto & Windus logo] EIGHTH IMPRESSION * * * * * LONDON CHATTO & WINDUS 1908 _The following collection of verses_, _written at various times and places_, _principally after the author’s final departure from England in_ 1887, _was sent home by him for publication some months before his death_. _He had tried them in several different orders and under several different titles_, _as_ “_Songs and Notes of Travel_,” “_Posthumous Poems_,” _etc._, _and in the end left their naming and arrangement to the present editor_, _with the suggestion that they should be added as Book III. to future editions of_ “_Underwoods_.” _This suggestion it is proposed to carry out_; _but in the meantime_, _for the benefit of those who possess_ “_Underwoods_” _in its original form_, _it has been thought desirable to publish them separately in the present volume_. _They have already been included in the Edinburgh Edition of the author’s works_. _S. C._ CONTENTS I. THE VAGABOND—Give to me the life I love II. YOUTH AND LOVE: I.—Once only by the garden gate III. YOUTH AND LOVE: II.—To the heart of youth the world is a highwayside IV. In dreams, unhappy, I behold you stand V. She rested by the Broken Brook VI. The infinite shining heavens VII. Plain as the glistering planets shine VIII. To you, let snows and roses IX. Let Beauty awake in the morn from beautiful dreams X. I know not how it is with you XI. I will make you brooches and toys for your delight XII. WE HAVE LOVED OF YORE—Berried brake and reedy island XIII. MATER TRIUMPHANS—Son of my woman’s body, you go, to the drum and fife XIV. Bright is the ring of words XV. In the highlands, in the country places XVI. Home no more home to me, wither must I wander? XVII. WINTER—In rigorous hours, when down the iron lane XVIII. The stormy evening closes now in vain XIX. TO DR. HAKE—In the belovèd hour that ushers day XX. TO ---—I knew thee strong and quiet like the hills XXI. The morning drum-call on my eager ear XXII. I have trod the upward and downward slope XXIII. He hears with gladdened heart the thunder XXIV. Farewell, fair day and fading light!