"How I should like a birthday!" said the child, "I have so few, and they so far apart." She spoke to Stevenson -- the Master smiled -- "Mine is to-day; I would with all my heart That it were yours; too many years have I! Too swift they come, and all too swiftly fly." So by a formal deed he there conveyed All right and title in his natal day, To have and hold, to sell or give away, -- Then signed, and gave it to the little maid. Joyful, yet fearing to believe too much, She took the deed, but scarcely dared unfold. Ah, liberal Genius! at whose potent touch All common things shine with transmuted gold! A day of Stevenson's will prove to be Not part of Time, but Immortality. | Discover our Poem Explanations and Poet Analyses!Other Poems of Interest...RAIN IN SUMMER by HENRY WADSWORTH LONGFELLOW THE LADY AND THE SWINE by MOTHER GOOSE IN MEMORIAM A.H.H.: 55 by ALFRED TENNYSON VANITAS VANITATUM, FR. THE DEVIL'S CASE LAW by JOHN WEBSTER JOHN MAYNARD by HORATIO ALGER JR. PEARLS OF THE FAITH: 34. AL-'AZIZ by EDWIN ARNOLD AIRS SUNG AT BROUGHAM CASTLE: THE LORDS WELCOME by THOMAS CAMPION |