Explore "To my Sister. a Belated Offering for her Birthday" by James Whitcomb Riley on Textopian. Read with annotations and highlights.
These books you find three weeks behind / Your honored anniversary / Make me, I fear, to here appear / Mayhap a trifle cursory. -- / Yet while the Muse must thus refuse / The chords that fall caressfully, / She seems to stir the publisher / And dealer quite successfully.
As to our _birthdays_ -- let 'em run / Until they whir and whiz! / Read Robert Louis Stevenson, / And hum these lines of his: -- / "The eternal dawn, beyond a doubt, / Shall break on hill and plain / And put all stars and candles out / Ere we be young again. "