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1850–1894

XXVI — MY WIFE

Robert Louis Stevenson

Trusty, dusky, vivid, true, With eyes of gold and bramble-dew, Steel-true and blade-straight, The great artificer

Made my mate. Honour, anger, valour, fire; A love that life could never tire, Death quench or evil stir,

The mighty master Gave to her. Teacher, tender, comrade, wife, A fellow-farer true through life,

Heart-whole and soul-free The august father Gave to me.

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