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
A collection of poetry by Scottish writer Robert Louis Stevenson.
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