My House, I Say. But Hark To The Sunny Doves

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Title:     My House, I Say. But Hark To The Sunny Doves
Author: Robert Louis Stevenson [More Titles by Stevenson]

MY HOUSE, I say. But hark to the sunny doves
That make my roof the arena of their loves,
That gyre about the gable all day long
And fill the chimneys with their murmurous song:
OUR HOUSE, they say; and MINE, the cat declares
And spreads his golden fleece upon the chairs;
And MINE the dog, and rises stiff with wrath
If any alien foot profane the path.
So too the buck that trimmed my terraces,
Our whilome gardener, called the garden his;
Who now, deposed, surveys my plain abode
And his late kingdom, only from the road.

[The end]
Robert Louis Stevenson's poem: My House, I Say. But Hark To The Sunny Doves

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