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Show Romance. - I will make you brooches and toys for your delight Of bird-song and at morning and star-shine star-shine at night. I will make a palace fit for you and me. Of green days in forests and blue days - at sea. I will make my kitchen and you shall keep your room. Where white flows the river and bright blows the broom, And you shall wash your linen and keep your body white. In rainfall at morning and dewfall at night. And this shall be for music when no one else is near, The fine song for singing, the rare song to hear, That only I remember, that only you admire. On the road that stretches and the roadside fire. Robert Louis Stevenson. |