The Celestial Surgeon
If I have faltered more or less In my great task of happiness; If I have moved among my race And shown no glorious morning face; If beams from happy human eyes Have moved me not; if morning skies, Books, and my food, and summer rain Knocked on my sullen heart in vain:- Lord, thy most pointed pleasure take And stab my spirit broad awake; Or, Lord, if too obdurate I, Choose thou, before that spirit die, A piercing pain, a killing sin, And to my dead heart run them in!
This poem is in the public domain.
Robert Louis Stevenson
Born on November 13, 1850, in Edinburgh, Scotland, Robert Louis Balfour Stevenson
Date Published: 1887-01-01
Source URL: https://poets.org/poem/celestial-surgeon