THE angler rose, he took his rod,
He kneeled and made his prayers to God.
The living God sat overhead:
The angler tripped, the eels were fed

(C) Robert Louis Stevenson
04/08/2015


Best Poems of Robert Louis Stevenson

• Wedding Prayer
• To Ottilie
• In Port
• Nest Eggs
• Strange Are The Ways Of Men
• I Will Make You Brooches
• Happy Thought
• After Reading "antony And Cleopatra"
• Foreign Children
• Singing
• What Man May Learn, What Man May Do
• Come, My Beloved, Hear From Me
• To My Mother
• System
• I, Whom Apollo Somtime Visited
• Small Is The Trust When Love Is Green
• The Land Of Story-books
• Ad Magistrum Ludi
• Romance
• Fairy Bread