Explore "My Heart, when First the Black-Bird Sings" by Robert Louis Stevenson on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
MY heart, when first the blackbird sings, / My heart drinks in the song: / Cool pleasure fills my bosom through / And spreads each nerve along.
My bosom eddies quietly, / My heart is stirred and cool / As when a wind-moved briar sweeps / A stone into a pool
But unto thee, when thee I meet, / My pulses thicken fast, / As when the maddened lake grows black / And ruffles in the blast.