Robert Louis Stevenson

Sonnet VIII

Sonnet VIII
 
As Daniel, bird—alone, in that far land,
Kneeling in fervent prayer, with heart—sick eyes
Turned thro’ the casement toward the westering skies;
Or as untamed Elijah, that red brand
Among the starry prophets; or that band
And company of Faithful sanctities
Who in all times, when persecutions rise,
Cherish forgotten creeds with fostering hand:
Such do ye seem to me, light—hearted crew,
O turned to friendly arts with all your will,
That keep a little chapel sacred still,
One rood of Holy—land in this bleak earth
Sequestered still (our homage surely due!)
To the twin Gods of mirthful wine and mirth.
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