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<div style="background:#fff;border:#bbb dashed 1px;padding:5px"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none"><div style="margin:10px 0"><strong>The Wind Is Without There And Howls In The Trees</strong></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">THE wind is without there and howls in the trees,<br>And the rain-flurries drum on the glass:<br>Alone by the fireside with elbows on knees<br>I can number the hours as they pass.<br>Yet now, when to cheer me the crickets begin,<br>And my pipe is just happily lit,<br>Believe me, my friend, tho' the evening draws in,<br>That not all uncontested I sit.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">Alone, did I say? O no, nowise alone<br>With the Past sitting warm on my knee,<br>To gossip of days that are over and gone,<br>But still charming to her and to me.<br>With much to be glad of and much to deplore,<br>Yet, as these days with those we compare,<br>Believe me, my friend, tho' the sorrows seem more<br>They are somehow more easy to bear.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">And thou, faded Future, uncertain and frail,<br>As I cherish thy light in each draught,<br>His lamp is not more to the miner - their sail<br>Is not more to the crew on the raft.<br>For Hope can make feeble ones earnest and brave,<br>And, as forth thro' the years I look on,<br>Believe me, my friend, between this and the grave,<br>I see wonderful things to be done.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><a href="http://www.citatepedia.com/comments.php?id=507757" style="color:#000;text-decoration:none">To do or to try; and, believe me, my friend,<br>If the call should come early for me,<br>I can leave these foundations uprooted, and tend<br>For some new city over the sea.<br>To do or to try; and if failure be mine,<br>And if Fortune go cross to my plan,<br>Believe me, my friend, tho' I mourn the design<br>I shall never lament for the man.</a></div><div style="margin:10px 0"><br /></a><a href="http://poems.citatepedia.com/">poem</a> by <strong><a rel="author" href="http://authors.citatepedia.com/by.php?a=Robert+Louis+Stevenson">Robert Louis Stevenson</a></strong></div>

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