Today is Robert Louis Stevenson’s birthday.  Let us remember him with a poem.

Grown about by Fragrant Bushes

BY ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON

Grown about by fragrant bushes,

Sunken in a winding valley,

      Where the clear winds blow

      And the shadows come and go,

      And the cattle stand and low

And the sheep bells and the linnets

      Sing and tinkle musically.

Between the past and the future,

      Those two black infinities

      Between which our brief life

      Flashes a moment and goes out.

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