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Classic and Contemporary Poetry
R. L. S., by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE Poet's Biography First Line: Rest, oh thou restless angel, rest at last Last Line: Or lictors shouldering high their sheaves of rods. Subject(s): Stevenson, Robert Louis (1850-1894) | |||
REST, oh thou restless angel, rest at last, High on thy mountain peak that caps the waves; Anguish no more thy delicate soul enslaves, Dream-clouds no more thy slumber overcast. Adventurous angel, fold thy wings! the vast Pacific forest, with its architraves, The stillness of its long liana'd naves, Involves thee in a silence of times past. Thou whom we loved, a child of sportive whim, So fair to play with, comfort, thrill or chide, Art grown as ancient as thine island gods, As mystic as the menacing seraphim, As grim as priests upon a red hill-side, Or lictors shouldering high their sheaves of rods. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...STEVENSON'S BIRTHDAY by KATHERINE WISE MILLER UNDERWOODS: BOOK 1: 21. REQUIEM by ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON DERELICT; A REMINISCENCE OF R.L.S.'S TREASURE ISLAND by YOUNG EWING ALLISON AT THE ROADHOUSE: IN MEMORY OF ROBERT LOUIS STEVENSON by BLISS CARMAN R.L.S. IN MEMORIAM by HENRY AUSTIN DOBSON THE LOST FRIEND by NORMAN ROWLAND GALE TO TUSITALA IN VAILIMA by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE ECHOES: 29 by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY RHYMES AND RHYTHMS: 19. R. L. S. (1850-1894) by WILLIAM ERNEST HENLEY FEBRUARY IN ROME by EDMUND WILLIAM GOSSE |
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