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A collection of poetry by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson.

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My Love Was Warm

My love was warm; for that I crossed The mountains and the sea, Nor counted that endeavour lost That gave my love to me.

If that indeed were love at all, As still, my love, I trow, By what dear name am I to call The bond that holds me now

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