Robert Louis Stevenson
To Mrs. Will. H. Low.
From Underwoods
Even in the bluest noonday of July,
There could not run the smallest breath of wind
But all the quarter sounded like a wood;
And in the chequered silence and above
The hum of city cabs that sought the Bois,
Suburban ashes shivered into song.
A patter and a chatter and a chirp
And a long dying hiss — it was as though
Starched old brocaded dames through all the house
Had trailed a strident skirt, or her whole sky
Even in a wink had over-brimmed in rain.
Hark, in these shady parlours, how it talks
Of the near autumn, how the smitten ash
Trembles and augurs floods! O not too long
In these inconstant latitudes delay,
O not too late from the unbeloved north
Trim your escape! For soon shall this low roof
Resound indeed with rain, soon shall your eyes
Search the foul garden, search the darkened rooms,
Nor find one jewel but the blazing log.
12 Rue Vernier, Paris.
“To Mrs. Will. H. Low”, A July Poem By Robert Louis Stevenson (1850–1894) From “A Child’s Garden of Verses and Underwoods. 1913” : ( Two of Stevenson’s best-loved collections of verse comprising 121 poems, some in Scots) With Life of Robert Louis Stevenson by Alexander Harvey ; is About the scene of 12 , Rue Vernier, Paris, and the peril comes straight way from brimful of summer rain, which serves as a reminder of “near autumn” and evenings spent before “the blazing log”: :
Notes for each of the 20 lines Pending visit this post again later on to enjoy the appreciation of the poem V Jayaraj Pune India March 22 , 2023 : : : : : : : :
MADHU MALTI 