Farewell, Fair Day And Fading Light

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Title:     Farewell, Fair Day And Fading Light
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson [More Titles by Stevenson]

FAREWELL, fair day and fading light!
The clay-born here, with westward sight,
Marks the huge sun now downward soar.
Farewell. We twain shall meet no more.

Farewell. I watch with bursting sigh
My late contemned occasion die.
I linger useless in my tent:
Farewell, fair day, so foully spent!

Farewell, fair day. If any God
At all consider this poor clod,
He who the fair occasion sent
Prepared and placed the impediment.

Let him diviner vengeance take -
Give me to sleep, give me to wake
Girded and shod, and bid me play
The hero in the coming day!

[The end]
Robert Louis Stevenson's poem: Farewell, Fair Day And Fading Light

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