The sworded angel's wrecks, the sphinx Though all the ages are its lifetime vast; supreme: Each soul that dies, in its most sacred 636 W. E. H. LECKY - AUSTIN DOBSON — R. L. STEVENSON But now for gold we plot and plan; R. L. STEVENSON THE CELESTIAL SURGEON (1882) If I have faltered more or less And to my dead heart run them in! REQUIEM (1884) Under the wide and starry sky, And I laid me down with a will. This be the verse you grave for me: THE MORNING DRUM-CALL (1896) 10 15 5 10 5 The morning drum-call on my eager ear Thrills unforgotten yet; the morning dew Lies yet undried along my field of noon. But now I pause at whiles in what I do, |