To Ottilie

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Title:     To Ottilie
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson [More Titles by Stevenson]

YOU remember, I suppose,
How the August sun arose,
And how his face
Woke to trill and carolette
All the cages that were set
About the place.

In the tender morning light
All around lay strange and bright
And still and sweet,
And the gray doves unafraid
Went their morning promenade
Along the street.

-THE END-
Robert Louis Stevenson's poem: To Ottilie

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