In The Green And Gallant Spring
Read 'In The Green And Gallant Spring' by 'Robert Louis Stevenson' and provide your summary and literary analysis in the comments section below.
IN the green and gallant Spring,
Love and the lyre I thought to sing,
And kisses sweet to give and take
By the flowery hawthorn brake.
Now is russet Autumn here,
Death and the grave and winter drear,
And I must ponder here aloof
While the rain is on the roof.
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